He drank away his memories, Intoxicated and psychedelic, he felt no more of his pain

An identity is stolen in a birth by the silencer, that kills.

Are you someone who don't fit anywhere, be it in social groups, conversations, choices, tastes or bloody arguments. You are always in between something of everything who the hell knows, can't just tak...

You kept me awake in the dark, my love In the shadows, I tried to look for the light through the stars

To my surprise, a lady in a shopping mall smiled and came straight to hug me back in 2012 and I was dumbstruck. There were tears in her eyes as if she was in pain, she looks at me and said," You are ...

Always drawn to the creative aspects of the human mind, What tickles me to amaze is the irony of such genius where the mind is not of the ordinary. for instance, the lifetime of Vincent Van Gogh: crea...