There was nothing different about the day. It was the same routine. Wake up late, rush out the door, sit in traffic, sit in class.┬áHis filled his conscious mind with the infatuation of life in fame. His friends talked, but he only heard the sound of thousands of voices trying to speak over each other… Read More intro.


As the sun rises over the crest of the horizon, they’re just falling asleep. Night’s full of chasing and creating creativity, for the sake of it being lit. As the sun rises over the rim of the mountain, They realize this wasn’t by chance. influenced by art and music and dance, Alex is probably busy… Read More 007.

006. (Thinking)

The sounds of instrumentals bring my mind state to a new platform.Blocking out the irritations of my surroundings. Frustrated by fact that my generation believes that simply because you halfway attempted to psychoanalyze someone you dislike, you’re now a deep philosophical thinker. In an age of entitlement my peers drown in their own opinions, claiming… Read More 006. (Thinking)


I embrace this dark party of one. Thoughts raced as if it’s the final lap of the season, pursuing a title that is coveted by few Yet, claimed by many. The idea of “home” seems far and distant, however, home is only 5 minutes down the street. a constant confrontation with my whole hearted chase… Read More 003.