perhaps with time
we'd disappear...

If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...

Slowly,
I think...

Some days the monotony
is comfortable...

Today
I paused...

I wonder if I've
accidentally...

When water pours from you
and shatters into words...

When it all hits
and my legs shake...

Love me love me
love me...

The thing about you
is that your life...

Maybe if I become
strong...

You know they're kind of the same
both like art...