P-chan's messy head
This room has the flair of an operating theater, and I think I will stay. I have nowhere else to go. The halogen bulbs are nice and dim, throwing light on the examination table. However, the light does not reach me. There is a pool of blood forming in front of me, but I feel Read More …
Three years ago, I arrived in Canada–ready for a new start, adventure, purpose. Three years prior to that, I arrived in London–ready to show the first draft of my novel to fellow students, writers and teachers. Three years prior to that, I graduated with Read More …
See through my eyes The green is the garden in which I bled It’s hard to forget My passion was built on a lie I dissected things that lived no more They fell dead at my feet I’d kiss you in a heartbeat Since I don’t know what else to live for The past is Read More …