To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...

Eyes, eyes, eyes,
I just see your eyes...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...

She was crying
like I could never stop her...

You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...

I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...

They are pages
that time...

knock-knocking
on my wooden door...

Do not save regrets.
Don’t rescue blames...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...