A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...

She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...

I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...

It was me the night - dark
It was me the night - black...

A kitten
cracking tears...

Too thin to break
Too thin to be...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

Grant me another place to fall
other than these stacks of needles...

Oh well, oh well, I toss on you a coin
Please grant me a wish or grant me more...

I feel i need this
This ache in my chest...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...