I'm starting to feel that to be a writer is just to be a thought just like everything is.. just thoughts.

Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?

There's a time and a place for everything, no doubt.

Poetry is for spiritual growth. Poetry is written to know. It's for knowledge. For real knowledge of life.

Some people come into our lives to teach us a lesson, once they leave, it means they already fulfilled their mission.

Our intellect is the key to do goodness.

With the words of Quintilian... Or something of that sort... Be impossible to be misunderstood.

I'm like the knots in my shoe laces, unravelling and loosening the shoe, soon I may step upon the laces and find me on the floor.

Reality is as rational as how I make it. Yet as imaginary as every real number is. It's just complex. Full of irrationals that seem to make no sense but can be dealt with.

God is beyond awesome!