.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...

Can one emerge so bold
from a fragile cocoon...

You are a complex of irregular emotions
trying to define yourself...

I defined her through a verse
that makes her complications...

No figure to
your drawings...

Powerful like every natural thing
you were reborn in the form...

You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...

Missing you is like chasing naught in a cotton...
I run, run and run yet catch void...

Preheat an oven to 350 degrees,
combine words to sugar...

I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...

Dear Eyes of Hope
You awaken inside of me...

Dear You
My emotions fell like arid sheets...