I woke up this morning
with my eyelids swollen...

Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...

You can't teach what you don't know
narcissists don't care at all...

We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...

The times when you have seen only the madness in...
the desperation I felt when trying to confess my...

As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...

Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...

A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...

I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...

Trees are shedding
lifeless leaves...

You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...

When you were laying on the ground
taking your last breath...