A morning full of tears, thinking this is what my life now. A joyful sight at my house became a nightmare.

Time flies really fast. Missing the good days, just being a carefree child, not worrying about the world. Missing your old self. The one that always smile and laugh.

Capture every moment.

His will be done.

I followed what you want, did what you told me. I became your slave.

Dark clouds covering the sun is not what I aim. Noticed that the darkest day of my life has came. Picture perfect from the start, until you wouldn't want too see its end. I cried a river, I know it's ...

Would you like Santa to be gone? Forever?

This is the problem with me. Instead of voicing out my problems and insecurities, I tend to write it down and make a poem out of it. But, as I wrote words on my works, the heavier my heart gets.

What is the most dangerous? The world we lived in or the people living in it?

can't wait for 2021