Trapped in the silence of your absenceI'm stuck I an abyss - no matter whichway I turn - you aren't there.nothing but a hollow emptiness whichlies at ..
To whisper sweet nothings would fall into the vein of simplicity,and grasping at a singular moment in your embrace would be a practice in futility.The..
I started to draw the faces of people I saw in my dreams.
when I looked but everyone of them were happy - which I don't usually associate the word wi..