Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...

Well, perhaps I am a well?
a thing that needs to be filled so well...

White
candles...

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...

Sometimes, I’m a cracked egg
laughing...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...

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

A kitten
cracking tears...

As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...

With tears I cry but mainly smile
to those around me for a while...

I dreamt to be...
but it was just a dream...

I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...