I miss your reassuring words.

You can always count on me.

Personal poetry.

A simple story written within five hundred words.

Help me.
Please.

The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?

Lust and gain from pain.

The most recent revision follows…this thing will never really be finished…

Everybody loves a Family Photo, but can anybody describe the feeling of one?

A decade is a long time and creates unforeseeable changes.