Somewhere past the sea of debris, lies a new land of opportunity.

A post-mortem return home

Will you answer the call?

I'll find my missing piece

a melody of fruits for the season

No one will ever know how I feel

Some of the longest and coldest

Navigating a nostalgia minefield

What really matters, matters today too.

SPEEDING BULLETS ON THE ASPHALT

Faintly, Certainly, You Are There.

Continual highs and lows

TOO CLOSE TO THE FLAMES

All seven seas, compressed into two irises.

melancholy and mania can't remove their touch

They're made of pills, and are slowly dying

DEATH IS BLOOMING

Are you going to pass away with me?

Always ambling around my thoughts