I feel as depressed
as a skateboarding ramp...

Your lips, a bottle too subtle,
so supple meant to be taste...

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

This winter
the sky is cold white...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...

yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...

I was like a wheel rolling,
Just rolling...

whenever I’m hot
my ceiling fan gets turn on...

I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries...

Heaven! Heaven! Where are you?
I searched for you in dreams I dreamt...

I slept counting sheep -
cheap stars on the ceiling creeping in...