A moon where it shouldn’t be is for me alone.
A deam without reality is communal.
Being ridiculously high is too self-indulgent.
Fear is parallel to love.
The sunset is alseep for good.
Language is burning out…
Hatred is free today.
The tastiest dish is worth less than this.
Being uncreative and rude is caged.
The beauty of natural life is sorely regrettable.
Betrayal is as lame as hope is torturously good.
Loving everyone is saving me.