What each person feels is subjective. Every idea or thought is subjective.

Change is necessary to live the life you dream off..

I wrote this for love.

Personal thoughts on breaking the routine of life.

I see within my hands, her heart. Have I taken it forcefully or has she given it freely?

Even though people nowadays are always on the go, there still is no place like home. At home we can be safe and secure. At home we can actually be just ourself with no pressures.

I suffer from depression and endured years of bullying at school, usually at the hands of my so-called friends. Girls are mean. As much as I hated them, I came to hate myself more for being unable to stop their tormenting behavior. This poem captures some of the feelings.

Guilt can certainly weigh anyone down.

Inspiration defeats hopelessness…

Life can be hard when a person is their own individual. But having your own individuality can be very rewarding.