Echoes Of The Yore

Sans symphony
Coarse, a frosty echo
Silent leaves of crackling chaos.


In a world where most rules tie you down, where all actions are dictated by society and where going against the system is considered “unconventional”, how do you leave your mark?


“Mommy, I feel sleepy!” I watch a little girl wrap her chubby arms around her mother’s waist. It’s late at night and everyone is going home except me. The little girl buries her face in her mother’s stomach. She turns her face to the side, looking at me. I smile at her. But my wrinkly…

When Dreams Fail

When your dreams fail
When you’re buried in hail
When you’re begging for help
Don’t be too hard on yourself

99 Luftballons

One way of presenting Occam’s razor is that the more assumptions you have to make, the more unlikely an explanation is….


The Thermodynamics of our lives….


Because, in the end… It’s all just Perception

Life: A race or A journey?

Is life a race or a journey? Do I compete in the race or enjoy the journey? The latter sounds comforting. But is it true?

Aren’t you afraid of the dark?

Hey there, li’l kid! What are you doing up so late? Hasn’t Mommy warned you Of the monsters that prey on the weak? The Darkness has begun its conquest The Darkness, full of terrors With creatures lurking in the shadows And owls hooting in their nests. When light is consumed And Ole Grim Reaper returns…