A disorganized house is the sign of an organized mind

You are in my head, But you are not real Watching everything I do, What I think and touch and feel Curling up next to me A ghostly figu...

Façade We choose the face we show the world And lose our grace as truth is hurled Flung far and wide as others take All our lives...

Shattered reflections In broken glass Just can’t bear to see What is real, what is false? Face lined with pain Sorrow and heartac...