Today I received a message from my ideal self: Hey. I know you’re tired. Tired of thinking,...
GulleMan Poems
GulleMan Poems
It’s one of those days. Again. As shocking and horrendous it (and its consequences) were, my divorce wasn’t the...
The Middle One Being the youngest,Was not his game,Which we would see,When another one came. Being the...
My death is not coincidence. It’s been decided the day I was born.Stuff has always been dense, and meant...
How happy can one become?How fulfilled a life can be,Is the thing you learn with love,the one...
Growing up means learning. There’s not much choice as to what to learn. Willingness to learn is...
You were still a child when your parents decided to not stop being a bunch of dickheads....
