Whoever it is reading this, my role as an author is actually someone who just cannot seem to understand and accept the circumstances that have befallen upon me in this crazy life of mine. This is one ...

If only fate is not cruel, but it is. The warm sand and the chilling breeze of the sea;

the purpose of my life, my purpose. has been nothing but evasive

A sunset sadness Waltzing its way through one’s solidarity