I aim to be misunderstood.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I wish I did but I just don’t know. *       * Try not to ask: you can never… Read more “Why am I here?”

I’m tired of living with this sense of terrible and nameless dread. It completely consumes me and makes me feel paralysed with fear. The world seems hostile,… Read more “Dread”

And then that’s it. We are removed from this earth; from life, from living, from breathing, thinking, sensing, moving, feeling. We are removed from experience and conscious… Read more “We only die once”

I am tired of not knowing what to do. I feel dull and stunted, like a broken old pencil that cannot write properly. I wish I had a… Read more “A new Point”

When we die, we will forever fill the world with our absence. While we are here, we should fill it with our presence.