Open the curtains. It's winter, again. Let light in. I loathe darkness. The problem is, I can't focus. The next adventure isn't soon enough. It's your problem if you're worried. your sad eyes…
High on believing, she flies away.
She knew he loved her, sometimes.
Still your voice of harsh words.(the girl in a rush)
I hate you.Damn, I hate you.But, fuck, you’re handsome in those pants and in that shirt, and well, I raise my glass to you and your, ahem, love.Because, well, there are…
Maybe she's high, and he, slow.The extra thoughts:I’ll get there. As high as you are. As high as a kite.Or an airplane, or a planet. Or the heavens.But for now, I’ll…
I pretend you're here.Let you gracefully follow.Will you walk with me ?
A real person.She's more than a fantasy.Light her cigarette.
Calm girl, dreams wild. Rushes out.
I’ve seen paradise.Can’t decide if it’s worth it.The foolish see it.
Deep thinker plays with crayons. Teenager.ladybugs, crayons, cereal, pens and book
Hopes for breakfast anddaydreams for lunch and dinner.Water to survive
I will take us there.Don’t turn or detour again,you’ll only delay.
hold fast to dreams. she rushes.
At the parking garage—it was pretty empty and a haiku flows out.Oh, she knocked them dead.All she had was a red truck.Keep the car idling.
From the powder room, with love.
On the 6th floor and a haiku flows out.Looking straight at youI have not been too impressed?Do you plan to change?
Today, the morning light shines loudly!