Little one, I come to this place again Where vines crawl like snakes to wrap themselves Around the stone in which your name was carved The humid air stay still Not one leaf turned, not one bush swayed I want to bring you news from home About father’s constant battle with his demons Liquor, gambling … More Untainted

The Story of Us

The words escape yet again Strange, they are within my grasp I feel them churning under my skin Wanting to crawl out into the sun I long to take a knife and carve an opening Let them flow like water into an ink bottle So that when the time is ripe for reckoning I will … More The Story of Us

All About This New Category: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

I’ve been toying with the idea of creating this section for some time now. My blog is mostly about personal stuff. It is not surprising that my writings tend to dwell on life, death, and trying to deal with existence. I like to ponder about possibilities. But I also have this habit of reading about … More All About This New Category: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

Searching for Truth

From the brilliant mind of Fyodor Dostoyevsky: You never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes and very likely a hundred and fourteen. I’ve finished reading Crime and Punishment weeks ago but this particular quote lingers on my mind for some reason. It’s certainly worth pondering, ain’t it? Kinda reminds me of one article in … More Searching for Truth