a foot hands
the armless man...

i wanted to be a snail
to hide comfortably in my shell...

I wanna go
where the page is white...

my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...

On one hell of a morning, when the lair of an evil...
“Mr. J...

In this 32 degree fahrenheit
alley of life...

In you, I live to die.
For life is death...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...

Okay, have you ever seen a blank page?
The type that doesn't even have lines...

As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...

If possible, I'll be like a laptop, my Lord.
hold me in your hands...