in your dreams.

make it your reality.

Exhaustion encloses every crease of my skin. Is it too much to ask for one word, one thought?

Staring at a blank piece of paper, I imagine that my mind is just as white, empty, and t...

My trees were replaced with metal and glass

the middle of town, my own patch of grass

I find my food up high in a tree

or way down below, right at your feet

you reached the edge, the color fades

from white to black from black to gray

step a little closer - step away

from white to black from blac...