Shall we go hunting dreams today? Or release spooks to hurt th...

What I don't understand is the swarm of flies, Buzzing around you as you pass through the refuse dump? Is it the rotten waste underneath your feet or you are the rotten one itself...

How do we start from here  Saving all the lost we've found ...

When we were young,  We were tired of playing cards  Stifling our time and running errand...

I write, I soar  Standardizing the erections of my inspiration...

It all started as a joke,  An expensive lie, that lost the First mar...

A life arranged in a prismatic way,  The tranquil ethos of the innocence er...

Let me be the muse of your paintings,  Paint my portrait ...

As the Spider spurned Its web,  The moon poured out Its mysteries...

  It's always the same positive feeling, all inspirational that makes us purely excited about things to come in the new yea...