Dwelling in ones insecurities and fears. Dwelling in ones insecurities and fears.

There was always something unsaid between us. There was always something unsaid between us.

She was neither is shorts nor in a skirt She was neither is shorts nor in a skirt

I look at the art. Artists are dead. I look at the art. Artists are dead.

I realized it was my own shadow that was with you all along. I realized it was my own shadow that was with you all along.

Sometimes knowing things too much can spoil the taste. Sometimes knowing things too much can spoil the taste.