My Love, I Fear The Silence Of

Standing Here, Staying Here, Permanent Here, Eternal Here, And We Have One Goal, One, One: To Be.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.