THE WORLD INSIDE

Collecting pebbles from the forsaken shores, of so many stories left untold, to where I built my house of stone, a humble place to c...

They talk of dark alleys and exotic cuisines, of sliced wrists and smut magazines, of bastard children and mothers demeaned, of love ...

I remember the promises we made, said we'd love and together we'd stay, no matter how we resurrect each other, the cracks wil...

The evening has started to fade, my bed is still a mess unmade, I hold your picture against my heart, we are still strangers like tha...

When I was a little boy, I dreamed of someone like you, as I grew older I think I tried, too hard to make you come true, As the yea...

It's in every waking dream and in my every sigh, in the soft tickle on my finger tips, in every goodbye, in the genial warmth of...

Can I say that I could live, a thousand years without seeing your face, yet every living moment my soul, your resonating life, it wou...