When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...

“I know. I know.
There’s much to be done...

at bedtime
my eyelids...

A human
skins lions...

A boxer
boxes men...

If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...

You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...

I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...

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

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure...