I am a child suffering,
I have a smaller brother...
I run my fingers through my hair:
Pacing up and down to collect these shuttered...
19th February, 2012.
A tribute to a dear brother and friend, Alexander...
She was just a little girl
Who was afraid of the dark...
We are memory's preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts...
I lie to myself
It's a droplet and not any more...
Gibbons grew Mr Moustache
to please his vacant friends...
I will miss you forever
And never, I say never...
It came riding in on a black stallion in the...
Silent, deadly and most of all suddenly...
These bindes that hold me
in terms of reformance...
Sometimes, when I drive home late at night I...
I looked at the road behind me, dark and empty...
It is just another day of valentine without...
It is just another day of valentine without...