Poetry.
I have to admit I do not enjoy writing poetry much. I think my mind is not shaped that way. Sometimes I can’t get around it though, either out of necessity or compulsion.
Painless.
Moments Lost.
Inside.
Rays Of The Lost
Star.
Longing.
A Short Eternity.
Christmas Frozen.
Notes.
Some thoughts don’t manifest as stories. They are snapshots, momentary glances. Things some people would write down in their notebook. I am one of those people.
Bury the heart.
Conversations I.
Conversations II.
Dreams I.
Hey Lucifer.
Lifewish.
On absurd places.
On morals.
Optimist/Pessimist.
Scared by words.
Traditions.