When I look at pictures with an old couple...
I can't help but think of us...
Yes, the other daY
On my way tO...
With fingers
in my lower back, my spine...
At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice...
I think my voice is gone
though I feel it in my chest...
Oh why? oh why, Sky? Please tell me why?
Why is it so that rains befalls on me tonight...
Honey,
when will be the day...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
with sharp wings
it flames through...
This Anger
angers me more...
for a moment, I would like to see
the sun...
Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them...