When I curved rainbows
behind your horizons...

In any instance, you can witness
fear breaking away from my mind...

I deport time over again,
as I journey with the ticks...

A natural fluctuation
in the air...

I rest my head upon my hands,
never held a frown as beautiful...

I sit here in lament, my heart
burns faster than oil on fire...

At night misery in the
form of shades...

Cool breeze wheel and dive
making it through dawn again...

Now that the storm has settled,
I walk back along the trail...

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...

Consumed by your spirit
i am stuck in a winter tomb...

On some mornings I stole birds.
I opened my eyes...