I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.

Once upon a timeI fell in loveLost myselfAnd find another one.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Don't feed your ego with my soul.

I don't have problems. I am a writer. I am the problem.

A Very Short Poem for Poor LoversYou’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing, And it’s not a good thing.

at first sight everyone seems like human.

The best revenge is the time. Time takes it's revenge all the time.

Love is bold. Love is blind.

I don't want to break my memories with you.

And life goes on like this, an uncomplete poem.

I'm looking for somekind of permanence, so my mark will linger on the world once I'm gone, in the places where I found joy.." -Page 81

I find people confusing.

We need more people in this world, energised by chasing a quest or a goal and that is what will energise the world.

My sisters and mom raised me to respect women and open doors for them.

I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

I've traveled the world in one of the best groups ever. I'm 42.

You don't have to make, you know, $3 Million dollars a movie, or $20 Million dollars a movie, but if you make a living doing what you love doing, then that's success to me.

I'd like to get all the colors in the world into one painting

How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend.