tornado thoughtsthe cloudsclaw at the earthas if theywould rather notbe dreamers
untitledI can't promise anythingwith the future so close bybut I promise youthat we will try again.
untitledwe areships sailingoff into sunsets,in search ofthe unknown world.
untitledand here's me wonderingwhy ladybirds dieon our porch, in the grassand in the sun,even though they are surroundedby freedom.
untitledthe clouds werethe colourof blue-grey bruises -patches of themlike a quiltall overthe sky.I wonderedwho woulddo such a thing,to hurt a sky so pretty...
HeavyThe room isheavywith sleepand I wishthat sleepingis what Icould bedoing.