Business graduate writing in the bus on my way to and from work. Interning at a huge company which makes me feel all the more insignificant and and just looking for an illustrator to turn into art what I scribble on paper. I am constantly unsatisfied, only to realise that I was happy in the past, much like Kemal Bey in Orhan Pamuk's Museum of Innocence, and always looking for lost time and trying to write in a manner that would justify the beautiful moments I have lived through and the recklessness with which I have destroyed them. I use small words and my vocabulary is limited but my poems might amuse you, if you give them thought. I have no pretensions of success, but a word of praise makes me happy. I hope you like my musings.