A single rose lost in the dark. Its petals turning black all around. With the rain falling, the drops never enter. It only accepts when it hits the center. For when things go wrong, the rest of its life decays.   Then a fresh new rose appears in its place. Life starts up again as […]Read Post ›

Pen, paper doesn’t seem like much. Just to write things down. Sounds like it’s too much stuff. To find and make beats to a song. Sometimes the words come out wrong. To be a singer one day. Or even a writer to have my meanings for people to say. People saying there’s nowhere to lead […]Read Post ›