Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life