It has been with you all along – all the answers you were searching
Too much noise drowns my voice.
Where can we find all things lost?
This for Windy, a friend until I turned 9.
Where did our childish imaginary world go? If we return, will it still be there?
We are simply canaries caged in the society’s superimposed standard.
It’s been nine years babe and that should be enough. Thank you and I’m sorry. We are changing apart. You will never see this, I know, but this is for you.
There is only one battle we are certain to lose – a battle against death.
She speaks in thunderstorms,
He shouts in whispers.
This is a reflection of two coping mechanisms of the same loss.