Do you often travel that high, one that you feel when you touch the skies, where you can touch yourself and you don't feel anything, from...

Running like the dog chasing the speeding car, the highway was pretty long and gave him big scars, never knew what he sought in the...

Wandering into the mist of loneliness, the loneliness of the desperation, slowly crawls into my skin deep into the wounds. I wonder in...

I put my gloves on, with my black shades, turn the keys, and start the engine blades, turn the accelerator, and begin my journey ahead,...