The Boy who was The boy was, is and will. One day he was born. the next he is living. and tomorrow he will be dead. No one would be surprised if he shot himself in the head.

(Untitled) Same day. Same spot Different date. The endless circle of life is stuck with me. I am the one who controls everything and nothing at the same time I measure my life out with walks around the doubt. The endless circle of life is stuck with me. I am the one who controls everything and nothing at the same time. Same day. Same spot. Different date.

Lost Cause There is no light here. Not a single drop of unwanted elements, even if they are wanted. I am a searcher of life, any life. But I haven't found it, yet. The thought lingers. Endlessly in the mist of my thoughts. I am a finder of nothing, blankness. But still I search, for now. There is no light here. And will never be. There are no unwanted elements, even if they are wanted. I am a lost cause, lost. But the search is over, forever.

“God’s” Soul There is a soul in me that I still have to make acquaintances with. Some unknown force is at work within me and I’m afraid that if I let it go it will consume who I am. Or is it what I am? The question becomes unbearable at times. The fear of not knowing oneself is probably the most horrible thing that I can think of. Feeling of complete and utter loneliness eats me up. I was a being once, a being of complete selflessness and understanding. That was a long time ago, eons ago. I...