Out of the frame comes hollow art,
Fly as high as life will let you

One hug means all the world to me

Things aren't always what they seem,
Clothing as well as beauty can be skin deep.

Things tatter in dreams
Like soaked pieces of paper

A brave sun struggles to penetrate the clouds

Red stilettos on the pier
A deck chair with no prom

Running with the moon, quite lost in life.