It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

Well, perhaps I am a well?
a thing that needs to be filled so well...

Oh my Lord
let me be water...

It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...

I am nobody
and might always be like such...

Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...

I lost the pen which had the ink with dreams
So I then searched for it within my hair...

There's a tiny pretty little girl with curls
who twirls and swirls her almost braided hair with...

hello, my friend, how have you been?
since you’ve been gone, this site is quiet...

Hear... HERE.
there's a cat outside my door...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...

I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...