When I am fast asleep it not very affects me
when the cold wind blows
Because deep in sleep opportunity knocks
as I often shudder in vain
Yet there has to be something to it.

Poem describing leaving the past behind.

Just keep breathing.

Just how far can you go?

I don’t want to keep going round in circles.

Life is to embrace patience and expectations to win the race of competition..

Depression is a grave that people continue digging.

You mean the absolute world to me.

A poem about the struggle to accept the self.

-dealing with expectations..