Those Never-Ending Ashes
Finished Extending Out All the Bad Dreams
Our Small Cabin, Located in the Middle, Chose the Color Red
A Very Bright Shade of Red, with its Evil and Prejudices
The Lake
It Made No Choice
Just Split up the Skies and the Land Straightaway
There’s that scent of having something imposed upon you, that there’s, no other way, but to accept what was handed to you, and, it’s about a person’s choosing to wake up and get out of the nightmare s/he’d found her/himself in.
Life, the Obstacle Course 