People call me the looser Cause they can see what I have lost A place to be A state of…
I would never understand how love can turn into hatehow happines can turn so easily into boredom and anxiety how plans…
Wild flowers growing on the roadnever welcomed,stepped on by feet and tiresand yet they still live. Driving for more than…
We are all late now. The places, the plans, the stories, the people.I was always late. Misunderstanding your words, turning…
I’m in a room full of dustThings get old easilyTime has no prerogative hereAs my skin wrinklesMemories of us stay…