• In our island of clouds i am floating
    his hands caress me, his love is coating
    our desire has no bound
    we don’t have to make a sound
    for our words are never easily found

  • i look around me in this crowd.
    you can’t smell it, or see it but you can hear it.
    the silence
    the decay of my worlds conversations
    nothing left now to share, or boast about.