alternate version.

these flowers are like my children and i am like their mother.

I am afraid I can't explain myself, because I am not myself.

don't look for me.

look at what the light did now.

enraptured in hypnotic war.

gaelle.

Balayang has fallen asleep. Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun. We who sleep in the dust and ground.

Bunjil's nest. Bunjil gave every bird food to eat, but he does not build our nests.

self portrait as a compass.

just me and my gin blues.

don't look for me. i'm beneath the flowers and the garbage.

is the sea.

the space between now and then.

my soul is a forest.

that emanation from old trees.

the bird should not be remote from the sentiment of the butterfly.

Hand raised Lovebirds tend not to be scared and pose even more of a threat to themselves.

wind flower that keeps the breath of the north wind.