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

Only the weeping darsky could annihilate the aftermath aroma…

When I think of us, I think…

A face can sing…

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…

How do people not drown in moments?…

Once, I was Nosferatu…

There is an old man looking over the fence…

A hand of gold…

Barking up an apple tree in winter…

Today’s appreciations…