When the cloud reached for us, It only went so far To clasp the golden moment, Of what we are […]


When the cloud reached for us, It only went so far To clasp the golden moment, Of what we are […]

The moon had a tree, Just to give us hope Of what hope, Could be.

Wanted to be wanted, Desiring to be seen The outside to be flaunted, But who have we been?

Hair misbehaves compulsively, Our confirmation of chaotic entropy.