How did they find us? How were they so prepared? What could have tipped them off? Suspicions grow… there is only one thing this could possibly mean… there is a spy among us…

Poem.

Why someone chooses a different life.

The writer’s mind is always on an endless journey. It never gets tired and never stops to explore everything worth expressing and sharing.

An introduction to a series of stories about my spiritual journey, thoughts and philosophies. A summary and insight into my personal longing for freedom.

Wander lust is sometimes so inviting.

You’ve colored your face green with haste and severed everything beneath your rays.

A quick look back at a certain point in my life. Written from the perspective of a young carefree vagabond.

When you live on the streets all you see is cars.