If I could go back
There are so many thing that I would change
Obtain that of which I now lack
And set things I never did to engage…

…We waste our lives and lose our selves
And regret will feast on that time which we set a waste
Rising up from where it dwells
How salty these regretful tears do taste.

In my place… the thing is I don’t have a place; never really had a real place unless you’re talking about the grave. There is a place… well no, my dreams have turned to nightmares, my love is gone, and all I do is wander all alone but there was somewhere once.

Random thoughts carefully structured in an abstract way.

Hating gets you nowhere.

A funny poem based on jaws.

“Fight Within”.

As much as we don’t like the sound of it; somehow it echoes louder as if it’s laughing at our face.