All poems are my original creation. All pictures were taken and edited by me.
A wounded soul…a rotten lover…someone who doesn’t know how to play The Life Game.
The Self is not a static being,
It is soft and flexible as a stream.
Carries itself in motion
Changing with seasonal emotion
Like the colours of the leaves
Who am I? You ask me
Like a picture that freezes time
My answer can only be tied
To the moment I am living in.