I am drowning
in the tidal waves I've swallowed...

When does it become too
late to want...

I run
too quickly...

...pain
is not always visible...

She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

Just for this moment
i've found myself again...

Locked away in a box
that i keep hidden behind my heart...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

Sometimes
when I slip...

In the dark sometimes I know I can
catch you with my eyes closed and a brain...

Find me here,
behind my words...

The hallways were different at this time of...