Pulse,
is racing...

The Monarch is such a mystery to me.
Each winter it will prepare for it's perilous...

I sit with my back against the wall.
My mind a blank, I cannot see...

The very first time I saw your gaze, it hit me...
I could not stop thinking of you for days and...

Life begins at birth with which it brings such...
As we grow up, again it is with pain...

I like all sorts of kebabs
There is the Donner...

I am old, look at me.
I think of days and what could have been...

We all whisk around quickly in our short lives.
This starts already from the cradle and ends in...

Have your heard or
read any matter from the...

I wish I could slow time when I'm with you.
So that I could spend all eternity through and...

My Addiction:
Writing is a drug...

His words come forth in proliferation
Without much thought and never with confusion...