I'm not hurt enough for you to pay attention...

Don't dare to ask for what you haven't already given...

A heatwave comes to take away my summer blues...

A dark well gives me a glimpse of the void...

It's my friends and I...

As birds make friends with honey, my words become sweeter...

I must say, at times, I can be bewildered by my own perfection...

She was speaking to me so confidently...

Just a couple more years of war...

She has always been a crow with the force of a hippo...