ALIVE :::
accompanied by a summer breeze

In a not-so-distant place, there is that piece of me which grew up, fighting as it did. He was never made for fighting though, and maybe that's why he is growing tired even before his time is coming. These are the broken shards of my mind. These are the pieces I try to pick up and make sense of together. These are pieces of me which I try to gather in my arms and cradle back to life.

o black coffee
o breakfast
o crucify
o dance
o frost
o horizon
o melt
o sacrifice
o sad eyes
o silence
o space
o sweetness
o tara
o to write
o troubled
o undercover student
o window
o within the silence ver01
o within the silence ver02