I can't help but feel the way I do...
It's like there you are...

No one nor anyone can...
I know there's another way...

What to do? What to do?
with these dates in my head...

A writer
pens a book...

She wanted :
to scrape...

Love me sincerely
it’s all I ask...

One long night...
and these books...

The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...

The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...

If I ever was like the grass as green,
And you, as radiant as the sun...

as winds whisper secrets to thirsty pines
branches sway excitedly from side to side...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...