I'm an aspiring physicist who has wierd thoughts and questions as my natural instinct. I put them into poetry and writings here. I hope to once make it in life and look back at this to find hope that there's something of me alive even though whenever I write I feel pretty dead within. Why does one write? I don't know. why do I write? I write whenever I can't find a place to ask a question or find an answer. I might pour out my insecurities but who cares eh? It's a small life.
