Love ain’t what it used to be,
and the air is thicker...

Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...

Yesterday found itself far from home.
Running from what home will be...

For many years a crow has been spotted in the...
Awash in bitter spite, it makes its way between...

Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...

The air in here is disgusting.
You have lived here for...

Have you ever
had the pleasure...

Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...

Waves
Waves...

As the sun sets people scurry,
making their way...

There are pits
Deeper...

This world is impersonal.
Nowhere to go...