On a fence made of iron a man hung his boot
he was tall with a beard that had grown to his...

I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...

In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...

Honey,
when will be the day...

When stars fall like rain
like liquid drops of fluorescent moisture...

You said,
"What a shame, they no longer make them...

To be out there, surrounded by stars,
Oh god, and miss your smile...

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

We wander through the night
wearing nothing but our pride...

A cricket
chirping...