Love is so mysterious, wonderful, and reason to feel like we are floating upon a cloud.

Prophetical poem.

Prophetic poem.

The Myth of Dead theories.

Everything I am writing is a lie.

And images of you
fill my mind.

More often than not, being strung out on something has got negative connotations and I wanted to show people that you can be strung out on positivity, creativity, and purpose.

Why do we not see there are more than just human beings out there, why can’t we be one with the outside of our world.

I wrote this poem in order to inspire, there’s deep meaning in it, if you can find it.

A night-long investigation into a haunted house turns very dangerous.