A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..

A poem about change.

Melting snows renew themselves
On mountain tops so high ..

She looks back with such scorn.

Does anything last in this world? or is forever just a myth… in this digital world that we live?

A short story of the return to creativity through heartbreak.

Something out of my writing collection.

A warrior steps out of his world and into the world of The King.

What it feels like to finally lose cat astray …

—– I neither Accept nor Deny the beliefs of any one religion.—–

this is just one my deepest beliefs. And the only way I can express

them is through my words.

I try Living life like an Autopsy, trying to fully

Understand every little detail about it.

~Zach Braatz.