The haze rolls yet again; another rainy day, but who am I kidding, I love the melancholy.

It's a reminder of better days. A reminder of the times what we danced when nobody else wanted to.

A subtle ode to the "golden days" past, and the roar of the storm that is passing above.

I like to tell myself that this is a promise to a blooming spring, but that's a promise at beat, and if time has t...

My favourite hero once said, "Hey, don't meet your heroes kid".

I wasn't too sure what he meant at the time since I still saw him as an inconquerable image that towered over all his various peers, foes, and unjust government schemes, but yet something about his conviction made this riddle stick in the recess of my malleable mind. So like any other bright-eyed kid I stowed this nugget deep in my...

"I'm sorry," is not enough. ...

"Nothing is better or worse, just different". These are words are forever sketched into the back of my eye, and to make matters worse, they play on loop in the recesses of my mind.

In fact, I can still picture when I first heard them - glossy-eyed and half-asleep in what was possible the single coldest classroom I've ever had the odd pleasure of being in. While delivering what were some rathe...

Whether the class is full or otherwise is not of great importance, just know there was once water in it; knowing how to keep at equilibrium balance is the challenge of the beholder...