The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...

Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

There's guns
There's fire...

The ocean
waves hello's...

My poems
like the moon...

She wanted :
to scrape...

A writer
pens a book...

The day is ready to be filled with rain
And I was born to be a ray amongst the storm...

The sun does shine when there are no clouds in...
Yet whose to say that the sun does not shine as...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...