You really drag me down.

You just couldn’t be saved.

My moods.

If walls could talk you would learn a few home truths.

Black moods are horrible.

Emotions are regarded powerful. Though sometimes, certain feelings occur at the wrong place, wrong time.

A short essay on life’s desire, as seen in the life of a wind.

My Many Moods.

A joyful song.

Words are more than just words.