Looking back on particular memories can always be intrigueing.

This poem was written about my grandmother. I decided to work with my sister Ariane who was the last person with her before she passed away and had her read the poem at the funeral, Ariane almost couldn’t finish it because it was so powerful. It was a sad day and it left me in quite a bit of pain, but inspired me to write "Depression Stays In Tears" "One Last Time" and my short stories "She Says" and "She Says II: A Visit From Grandma". You have to understand that our grandma was almost like another mom.

When dream and reality merge, where do we land? A far off place that is at once foreign and all too familiar…

This probably won’t turn into a novel crafted by me. It is however a still interesting concept.

A personal wish.

It all began as an assumption, then it turned into betrayal and then a lust for extreme power. Four gods ruled peacefully over the universe and without hesitation, worshiped a master they know nothing about and had never seen throughout their existence.

Another world about a possible workers’ upheaval.