In deep space, I float...

Restless rebels know no rest...

I want to be a cliff, a formidable rock emerging from the sea...

I may have given you one smile too many...

A small wooden table made room for its guests...

Under the moonlight...

My soul is hungry, and I caugh out disappointment...

My feet are on the ground, but I want to dive into water...

Anyone with my kind of vision would witness the same...

I feel as if I'm covered with tar...