My thoughts on memento mori and how it has helped me over the years.…
Random musings on waking up to the cool mountain air.…
Forever is easier than we expect.…
The only home…
A simple question - Who am I?…
My reality is nothing but a dream, how dare I question it.…
Walls are closing in is a short poem explaining what one might be going through when deep in throes of depression…
My issues with weak memories post depression after having near perfect recall for years…
The past is familiar by the virtue of it being past. In the present, the past is nothing but a stranger.…
A mantra to fight through tough times - the winter will pass, the flower shall bloom…