A narrative of two brothers.

Thought of this after getting really connected to my sword.

A poem after realizing how close I was to one of my friends.

Darkness comes and brings with it a new life…

Is there really such a thing as having no choice?

A poem about life in the image of a balance, whose left side is bad and right side is good. Human moments in life, small and big, is a tilt of the balance either more to the left (bad), more to the right (good), or in the middle.

Eternal lovers.

You’re my everything, you’re my nothing, and you make me…

What has the world come to?

To initiate change, we have to look at things in a different way.