Keep your past
under your feet...

The feeling of longing for
something that is unattainable...

Dreams,
so sweet, so punishing...

Why do we so often
hate death...

I watch as you are
crushed by the weight...

Her footsteps as
she leaves me...

The idea of being humane
is but a horse that...

Small and frail,
bare and broken...

If it is good or bad
depends on...

A winter night is always quiet,
the people fear straying too far...

It has a meaning just by existing.
It brings relief from heavy thoughts...

Is it peaceful in the deep?
Where the sounds echo in my head...