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

In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...

la la la la la
This is where I try to breathe some sense...

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...

Once
I was a happy fire...

a green frog
croaks to leap...

I always thought that my thoughts were my own
but more often than not...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...

I see the blues in the skies
with every passing cloud...

From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep...

what happened to the days
when writing words...

I wanna go
where the page is white...