All humans suffer
grief throughout their dull lives...
To P&Q
Loneliness...
Burning seas lose to me,
Taking all my family...
We bleed,
We succeed...
My father has always been an
Ebrious man, liked more than a...
the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
Three scars mark the stars,
Which love never fails to cover...
I walk, I run, I jump, I climb
In the hope, to not be left behind...
The day
I scribe...
I requested in a humble and kind way
And you told me that I came to play...
Butterflies sway around wreaths and figures
of ladies settling in a background...
Where are you sweet girl...