

WORK HOURS
His table was a mess. A stack of printouts he referred from, a stray handkerchief that should have been washed ages ago and the one he...
Aug 243 min read


LIKE ICARUS, TO THE SUN
Now that your sight have I seen I know why Icarus flew So close to the Sun  Spread out his wings Circling up and up Mesmerized by the...
Jun 231 min read


HOME
Sometimes I wonder, where my home is. Is it In the broken walls of the place I stay? Is it In the empty halls of the towers that pay? Is...
Apr 51 min read





