A sentence is a necklace.
Our words are the beads...

In a ballroom
without music...

We were never meant
to be, you and I...

They say that you cannot explain
colors to a blind man, but I'd...

Blankets on the floor,
tongue lolling out -- is this what...

unthinking
blank eyes...

I am standing in
an empty room...

If a star fell from the sky,
hurtling towards the Earth...

Slender hands steady,
the arrow cuts through the air...