And so my Will is the captain,
and I'm the ship...

There's this thing called the ego,
It likes sitting on the passanger seat...

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...

My heart beats less and less for you.
It feels as if it'll soon stop...

Who would have known
that a mere hourglass...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...

Every night,
I swam in waves of dreams...

Maybe the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...