Solitude

    I realized that the way I present myself is open ended when I looked back on a
blog entitled "Productivity and disdain towards the presumptuous idealogy about love." One of those
poems I write at three a.m. when the turpentine fume… Read more

It was late at night; you stood outside a popular Chinese fast food chain and looked, through the
glass walls such establishments are made with, at the people dining inside. They all looked happy,
you know, with their family and friends. You also… Read more

As I drift away... far away from you, I feel all alone... Thinking to myself "there's no escape from
this fear, regret, loneliness...". I wish I didn't know now that I never knew then... Sometimes I
remember all the pain that I have seen. Sometimes I… Read more

Leaves float falling quietly down rain spatters on the cement earthy scents fill the air wood
smoke dances into the sky   People bundled against the cold bright patches of color faint
clouds of their breath follow them as they pass. … Read more