to search for my muse
to search for my muse
ever be the pragmatist
a matter of time
to search for my muse
ever be the pragmatist
a matter of time
there's nothing to do
but to follow your crazy
eat the strawberries
the darkness holds fast
ignoring the coming dawn
a breath in stillness
breathe in the morning
on the soft side of silence
new day rituals
from out of the void
the chaos breeds to order
wherein the watchmaker
some Saturday night
crying over spilled saki
modern tragedies
time and temperature
the great catalysts of change
time and temptation
place filled with laughter
the ghosts of long dead cookies
barefoot in the crumbs
within simple joy
to take a breath and just move
dancing in the mist
in public places
what stories behind the mask
to hold still the breath