Thick air will be drifting off through
this foggy night...

How would it feel to love you,
take you out of your misery...

I'm unequal in balance, unequal for logic,
such a modern cut of seasons...

I hear myself breathing at night and it's
as though I keep a deep well inside of me...

On my soul
my darkest secrets...

It rains and thunders
like roars and fires...

I believe I've waited too much that
patience poured wild enough to...

Wildly these feelings
sleep upon this bank...

I often forget you
in the sun...

My starting verse
a thorough beginning...

...and if you ask about my well-being,
I am floating over clouds...

In the narrow seas that part
from within the wearied vessels of my...