This is my day.

Realizing the ads saying smoking kills isn’t just making things up and that you’re never to young to be affected.

Alovers imaginary tiff byL.H.

A poem.

Escape, Suffocation, Leaving, Invisibility.

A poem.

Reflection.

I don’t know what you would call this. It’s almost as if they are lyrics in prose. Just kind of came out one day.

Believing in someone higher above.

When you are in love it seems every thought is of them.