I hate you being in hospital.

You go so low.

Life is far too short to waste time worrying.

Random poem I wrote when I got up this morning. It’s not finished, but I can’t think of anything, once I figure out the rest i’ll edit this.

We try and make sense of the facts.

I am just the newbie in this triond and I really want to tell my friends.

Self reflections in a reflection. What do you see?

Poem about going from the height of ecstasy to the depths of uncertainty.

Figure this one out.

A quote to signify that dreams and nightmares go hand in hand, and that we can see ourselves failing before we’ve even begun.