Aruba,
you're beautiful...
Out on the streets are
concrete waves, frozen...
On a rusty yellow autumn
afternoon I sat there; as the...
I dream of fluffy, pillowy pancakes
mounding on my rather half-eaten plate...
Inside the eye of a lonely wanderer
is a mother he loved so dear...
Melancholy filled tears,
her hazel eyes...
While the heart breaks
Unspoken words flood within...
I was alone,
(in the house...
I'm so tired of all the lies
I'm a big girl, I can handle it...
Oh how I used to wait for you,
my sweet September...
I tired the hours wandering
nearby saddened forests...
My mother once said
if I chase curiosity...