When people love, they must be thought of as trains careening through a desert rail-road to a final…
The nostalgia that the post-dream contemplation brings is far more drowning than the dream itself
What is this feeling?
I look out of my window, into their windowsThey have warm little cozy rooms…
The Bridge
The bridge is like a Wicked Lady that I loved.
There’s something about the summer,that makes everything inside of me very alive
What appeared to be the absurdity of society to me, may soon become a reality the moment my…
Perfect time to relax while the doctors work around the clock.
At 26, my life hangs on a gossamerSpun by my desiresThis is as safe as it gets
Recently, I have discovered, that my brain thinks in terms of map-reduceThe directed acyclic graphs,are…