from inside to out
i fill all the universe
i am very small

You are lovely
full of birdsong
and not much dew
was there ever a morning
such as you

Fill your spaceship
With things you will want and need

Me and my space dog
Shoot on and
On.

A distortion of space.

i have a bad habit of staring into the sun.
back then, i could blame my innocence,
maybe ignorance, but
what's my excuse now?

Lost in the widening shore,
The words were mere,
But unspoken.
We should've made a vow, my dear,
For now I'm feeling so
Heartbroken.
Hand me one more dream,
Whisper another lie.
You know..
A dream is just
A nicer place to die.