Truth is defined by something happening, not by someone knowing.

Possibilities in life.

A plea to those who will not recognize themselves.

Self-explanatory.

A poem asking that age old question from the mind of a 1980’s teenager.

Try and let it go.

Love can be quick or long lasting, but its traces linger around forever.

Poem.

What if we could live forever? What if we would never die? What if this. What if that. They’re only “What if’s”.

When did you last decide?