Who am I?Something hiding behindrestless eyes in the night,prisoner in my mind? Let me out,where's the key?To that placeI do not have to be.
Twilight Dreaming
Love, Ed
Dear friend, How have you been? I know, I can see it painted on your face Keep your mouth shut, though If you want to fit into this place See the walls, caving in? Leave some pieces behind So, you can fit in So, you can be mine I’ll collect your tears in my pockets... Continue Reading →
The Secret Recipe
Hope. I am not sure what for. But like oxygen when I climb the tallest mountain, or when I dive deeper into the ocean, it sometimes feels like it is thinning out. What happens when I run out of it? What is going to keep me here then? I think about it sometimes, when I... Continue Reading →
