paint me colourless

of paint, poetry, prayers and preambles

language of time

comprehend the language of time

nature of heart

what fault is it of the heart?

of feathers and petals

Heaven lies at the feet of your mother

no more than twist

was it a dream, was it real or no more than twist...

searched for me

i searched for me, but what i found was...

a different side of you

i was a different side of you, the side you longed to be like

Imprisoned Descendants

and, who is truly free?

across the pause

who is foolish enough to fight destiny?

lingering on the periphery

if only you never were, but...