I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...

The moon whispered
his last blessings...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...

She closed her eyes to follow
a dream her heart had set...

The cards were unfolded
by petals...

The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...

The pink string wraps around
her slim arm, while it’s other end...