Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

Is lithe and small
And not really...

So much depends
upon...

A fogginess
in my thoughts...

White dress, white lace
tattered and worn...

From the swell of the clouds
sunlight will bloom suddenly...

I see You, God
when i'm outside...

I felt the air change
reverberate...

It was all too much
for a moment...

If I dive down
deep...

I sat
in the sun...

Your lips
pressed softly...