A little mindtrip I wrote before I even came up with the word “mindtrip”.

Written on five February 2011.

A young boy travels through life to find love, but comes up empty.

None.

What makes something good or bad? Or wrong and right? Should personal happiness suffer, or be sought???

Something reality parting I wrote once..

This poem is about cutting.

This poem is just stating that I have no hope in life.

Imagine just this…

Abstract Poem.

There are things which we wanted but we can never have, it is not meant and it will just be like that for the rest of life.