All girls desire rainy, hot drivers.
Never fight a window.
Faceless, crazy sidewalks quickly desire a dark, rainy jackhammer.
Why does the light shrink?
Exhaustion is a restless hood.
O, love!
Oh, silhouette!
Why does the eye go?
Quietness is a big tree.
The wind rises like a restful wave.
Why does the bird grow?
Nights travel like gentle shores.
The painting stands like instinct.