Musings

At twenty four I still feel like a complete child, At a point where I can barely tell what point of life I’m really…

What if human nature was not supposed to be understood? What if there existed no human nature at all? What if we were all…

And now a few things need to change. I have been so much of a child. And that has to change.

Somedays I’ve felt like I over used my words But that’s what poets do.

In 23 short years I have been a child. I have had a complete family and then  half of that. I have been heartbroken…

Every piece I wrote, It was for them. And I still write for them. But now I know better than anyone else that each…

A series of Unmentioned possibilities… Unseen challenges… Undecided fates… Unimplemented ideas… Unmonitored passions… Unpredicted losses… And the Maybes that may or may never be.…