I fear not myself nor the world,
But my heart...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

I
I'm not going to forget that you forgot...

My lord,
Forgive me if Sometimes...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

A flower, surrounded by trees,
once said...

I'm drifting in your currents
like a leaf - falling from an oak...

I opened my eyes
without knowing...

She plucked petals
one by one...