Everyone had set the bar for me as soon as I was born, and to portray the life of a successful adult—I had to play the same game over and...

Ecstasy never did like me, and your house made of silver ceilings is only good for writing wet prose—never to be mistaken for creativity...

In trying to contemplate the truth, one will be compelled into believing that everything is as magical as the dying star. Secret...

I cannot recall, the last time I was happy or saw me flying amongst stars. For the art of suffocation has me walking on top of my dead...

It is such silent outside, unwavering wind and predetermined smile—a major part of my pleasant shine besides the colorless evening. And...

We have always been told not the question the authority of the law or the preacher who so cautiously coils an uninteresting decoration...

Bed sheets are turning blue and crayons are becoming duller. The roof under which you slept has started betraying you beside the new dawn...

This life, or a beautiful lie in each preposterous act—those that they see as morality and if there is anything left here, dust of lies...

Have you ever wondered—in each act that is hiding its rays behind a colorful mask that purity is the ultimate imposter in this endless...

Have you ever been on antidepressants that it literally made you alive and dead at the same time? The sounds that are filled with...