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

White dress, white lace
tattered and worn...

Red hands and red eyes
Scars beneath new red lines...

I think
that fostering a sense...

It seems
possible that I...

Lately
I am not sure that...

I wish you
wouldn't say...

My thoughts
are sharp like...

One morning
you wake up...

It's easier to think
of nothing...

I never thought i was
or ever could be...

I wonder if
just one...