Death is another way of looking.
The moon of death is older...

I'm a hard art.
Paint of many faces...

I would write of African
not as a continent...

I have much to write about,
if only you could help...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...

For thy presence from me has departed,
and your spirit in me has grown cold as ice...

A heart without emotional response to love is of a...

Beautiful butterfly flew
against the winds...

02/08/2015...

I always find it amazing,
when one amaze himself...

The last tear had fallen,
like the last drop of Noah's time...

I could write of you,
of how much I miss you...