Sometimes I wonder
What people see...

There's something about
riding a bike...

Oh black misery!
Cloak we in dark...

Wet grass
damp legs...

Candles bring hope,
they bring peace...

Rows and rows
of books...

Rushing water
overflowing...

I am a musician
Helpful, quiet, cheerful...

The rain pounds
against the windows...

This is the
way the world works...

I guess it wouldn't be that bad
to live in a bubble...

Ponyboy, Minerva
Hermione...