Faithfully waiting and believing..
its kind of like the situation in a Thai movie called "a little thing called love"

Your high school memories are one of your best memories you could have.

And now you have a baby girl who is just like you, a precious pearl.

A short story that I wrote.

A poem about prom.

After all, what have is made up of moments…

There is nothing worse; I would rather have AIDS and Cancer. No one has it worse; I would rather be a starving child in Africa.

Free-verse poem about the night at hand.

Some people, I tell you what…

Can’t blame it all on dancing.