We’re all dreaming somewhere…

Hanging at the end of youth and at the cusp of everything else…

I see the wonder of a fairytale…

Skin sheaths sit taught over wire frames…

You are more than dungeon doors…

I’m not sure if 200 days makes it some kind of anniversary…

She had gothic pixie vibes, pink hair and heavy eye- shadow…

Through the window another window has dimmed from light to dark…

Only the weeping darsky could annihilate the aftermath aroma…

Something like chocolate to unclean the mouth…

For him it has come to pass…

On a cold night returning home…

I’m sneezing from a dream…

We are a dream under the eyelid of a sleeping giant…

A leaf fell as we began to grieve…

Find me where seagulls fly…

I saw them burying the boy during the night…

Once, I was Nosferatu…

There is an old man looking over the fence…

A hand of gold…