Sitting alone in an automat I let my mind wander, The atmosphere was cold, and I could see some people squander...

Sometimes, even if someone wants to help you, they can't simply because you cannot be helped.

A story of someone whom no one gave a chance to explain, someone who was named the culprit. Read his story, how he was the victim insead.

These days people are so involved into their busy schedules and flashy lives that they are lost in time. Here is a poem representing life.

When someone hurts love, its not just betrayal and heartbreak, it murder of a soul. But beautiful flowers boom only out of dark soils...