Crossing intersections
on bricks in patterns and...

You call it an outlet, an art expression,
an extension of being, a process of becoming...

We see the
other side and...

I found myself in the middle.
Harder to sail through settled waves...

Whatever he is,
all filled with yellow...

I used to believe that love is opening up
to the vulnerability of pain, as I was told...

Tougher heights caved the mystery,
through the wavering trails and tallest...

Brick over bricks,
fragment into fragments...

We met on the other side
to fulfill a vow we pact...

I look at you and I know what you want.
I look at her and I tell her what she wants to...

Paced into the hideaway
to confess your truth...

Locked you within my reach. For years of cold war,
I bit the bullet without a doubt, every time...