The present is not all always where you are. The present is a story that's happening right now. You might be happy one moment and angry the next. You never know what's about to come. You can never tel...

The future. We're all either afraid of it or look up to it. Me? I think too much about it. Too much.

The past. It's a dark place. There are always people you miss but hate at the same time. You want to look back, but at the same time, you don't want to remember the pain. The past, it can be heartbrea...

Where does your peace lie? With family, friends? Someone else? Or is it materialistic? Figurative? Or maybe illusionary? Because tell me, what does peace even mean? Here's a poem about my musings on ...

What's your perfection? When does nature appeal to you most? What is your ideal place? Here are my answers in the form of this short poem!

Have you ever found any supposedly dark thing hopeful? Do you see rays of hope in the darkest corners? Tell me, what does rain mean to you?

Do you think you have the ability to become a better person? Change what the world thinks about you? Find out what helped me change!