A placid man once asked a fellow passerby while he walked on a long road venturing through time, “what do you want in life"? Confused by his question he responded with, "I’m not sure, it’s never

A place beyond the pines is where the feeble man stands on this land to find that nothingness exists in the minds of the empty minded. But the mind is never empty! What is empty is the thought of emptiness.

Pen, why do you dislike me? Why do you write in transparency? Do I transcend above your literary? I’ve only tried to become what’s fair to see. In time you will realize that we have much in common. We

An elegy or dirge but not for all to serve. Take it as you will the rest is urged. By others views I shall wait for you to tell me how you relate to my words with just a few. I'll introduce myself uncommon