I feel not belonging. Not the feeling that I don't belong more that I feel myself drifting further from what I thought I was supposed to do, the person I was supposed to be. I buy a new camera and tel...

Finally write a happy poem I guess.

Do you notice the grey people? You see them everyday. They walk, they talk, they eat (sometimes). They are you family, they are your friends, some of you are even grey people. They are the best at hid...

What have we done. The words that we once spoke have turned to lies. And it seems like neither of us can move on with our lives. But the end is the end there's no sequel to this story. I'm not saying ...