Palace are bountiful
Beautiful like Paris...

The air around fought back to keep me trapped by...
Where no holy beings found consolation to lighten...

We who in the dust of creation have turned...
sloping away like glacier...

A soul,
so beat to its foul...

Life thread,
a flow of voices...

Words like vase
Broken...

Color is only defined by the shade of our eyes.
You and I have least in common...

We are born of emotions, we who have nothing to...
A mirror reflecting our insecurities...

I have this haunting yet soothing voice in my head
Like stream or thread of emotions woven together...

The feeling of your absence floats like dust...
yet I'm left to believe...

Today is a mark in a life filled with uncertainty...
with the value I place on myself...

I sit alone, in the desert of my mind,
there is not peace but I love the silence...