SHORT EXERPTS:
| "Thinking of crossroads and directions composing of echoes and reflections... Flipping through my recolections rediffining my preconceptions..." - WINTER SKY |
| "I say nothing because there's too much to be said. I want to loose my memory and finally move ahead." - LAMENTS |
| "'Poor guy,' I thought, But even then, I had already forgot What it was like to stand in his presence, to dine at his table, and hear-out his essense." - THE HAUNTED OCEAN |
If only my spelling were as refined as my poetry. :-)
Watch the shelves of your nearest bookstore in the coming months for the first-ever literary work of my youth, entitled, "Deep Sky".
