She didn't know she could erase paint
with the will of her predilection...

I glance back at the stoic siding and windy shafts
with reminiscence of healthier schedules...

I can't seem to settle for familiar,
because I always end up sitting...

You feel like you are clenching
ten iron nails around your fist...

As You breathed onto valleys and
endless bearing gardens...

You keep calling this time I use a waste
of reality, distorting my images and learning...

You guard me in my unresponsive sleep
and I wonder how I came to live a fantasy...

I blindly throw a knit scarf
around my neck...

I drift
from the carriage...

I'm through with making situations
that deal out my emotions...

I think these days it is too simple
to fall into blame, cursing our life...

Closing with backward aspects
I feel my mind stop the discriminations...