This reality is nightmarish.

The only memories of us that exist lie in my own head, in my heart, and I suppose the words you see before you, if you’re even reading this at all. Loving In The Moment… I never really bother to, too much wishing, hoping, and praying for you.

I had a dream last Night that I actually Remember, more like a nightmare and I think it stems from writing all day long.

A poem about the effects of paranoia.

Sometimes the paralyzing fears that hunt us down in dreams have no choice but to pursue us when we flee into the bitter cold of reality.

Blood.

You can not wake up from reality no matter how hard you try.

Wanting a forbidden love.

An angry rivers harvested Thousands of lives both innocent and adult. Nature is taking revenge because she been hurt so much ,she been cut for vested interest of others. Mining goes back to back in cutting trees.

You are the angel from my nightmare.