fall in new york is quite mellow. the leaves are falling down, and changing colours, with the moods of the sky. foggy days become hide and seek for the sun and the clouds, and the ground is cold and wet with tears of los…

"c'est la vie.", is all she says to me. and even if it's true, i don't want it to be. she waves goodbye, and all i can do is continue to cry. i miss her already, and she isn't even gone yet. the plane starts to take fl…

the lemonade glass sweats, and i can hear old regrets, in the back of my mind, where there are things i want, but cannot find. the sun is blazing, and i suddenly feel like gazing, [into my past]. i can hear the childre…

someone is hammering away, while the ice cream truck's music wafts through the smoggy air. and the sun is setting, while i sing into the night. i sing a song about love, and hurt so painful it isn't possible, but it is,…