As day is to a sword, night is to a shield.

Please don´t drown into his fears, his concrete fists don´t let him again, break the bridge of your nose with his cruel born hits. Then disappear into that mask of misery.

I don't know what's worse by number in America, the vacant houses standing, or the homeless people falling into them.

Umbrellas raining upon me, as these cloudy tears give me shelter.