On Christmas times, the stores become like church:
Too crowded, full of prayers, and of songs...

i am tired
of my choices...

When I think of you
I see stars, a river, and a boat...

Our time together has come to an end.
The roads we walk diverge...

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

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

I’m a bubble
bubbly, bubbly...

Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

I feel i need this
This ache in my chest...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

Shatter me into pieces,
Like confetti thrown in parties...