Do we see what lingers in the heart of a man? Catch a glimpse through their eyes!

This is just one of the many random pieces i’ve written that I have yet to do anything with. It’s about being someones "personal glue".

Indie, abstract, poetry, life, jaded.

Self expression.

We get so tainted as we get older, we need to get back to what used to be good.

Rules of engagement.

Wasting away, we are all the same.

Poem of paradox.

So many people fight against the world when the real enemy hides behind their eyes.

Random rant.