The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

I wandered barrels in between my steps
Always falling to the ground in tears...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...

I see me not. I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on...

I long for the day, education would be free
Where studying is not an obligation...

Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...

I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...

I'm the night
shifting over to the day...

I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...

Sometimes,
I chain my thoughts and lock my vision...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...