You are already slipping away.

Stumble upon an obstacle in the dark, slipping and stumbling, who will pick me up when I fall down.

A short poem about medecine.

A man is losing grips with reality and he doesn’t know what to do. He slowly lets it all sink in.

Some times we have bad days where nothing goes right.

Thing come and things go, this says it all.

Don’t let me go…

There is no escaping the fact that death comes to us all.

I fell like I will slip and never come back.

It is that time of year again.