Previously known as 'Ours will die with us' and 'Less' anes-the-sia: Loss of feeling in all or a part of a body with or without loss of consciousness. So maybe a person is suffering from permanent anesthesia, then that person wouldn't be able to feel anything forever. That was what Buzz always thought while he was unwillingly battling with life and death. In life, he didn't find anything worth living for much. So what was left was dying which was medically uncertain as it was just a tumor and no one knew if his death warrant was signed. But he was willing to sign his own death warrant. Then there in his life comes a series of anonymous texts trying to make him understand what a jerk he was being along with the meaning of life, and his encounter with a strange ballet girl with a bandage on her ankle who was, in some ways, just like him. SEQUEL/SPIN-OFF TO LISTEN

Wattpad Featured 2018. UNREVISED. This is a story about Ethan and Aubrey who reunite online two years after initially meeting in a mental clinic, only to connect with each other again. This story is about two people who want to save each other, even if they can't.

Rainy days - in which inspiration is great, so I write.

I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.

[COMPLETED] "Do you like Ariel?" "As a friend or..." "Or." "Or?" "I mean... do you want to date her?" "Why do you ask?" "Answer." His leg starts to wiggle a little. Anxious. "Perhaps." "I knew it." Cover by theircity

"...to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away" these are just pieces of poems and stories that happened to escape my mind

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

in thoughts like sunless morning hours and dreams of infinite mirrored halls reflecting the monsters of your psyche. Everything in this collection is on purpose. The art is not mine.

where we fall from our highs dreaming of colors and death

When you die, you have seven minutes of brain activity left. In those seven minutes, you can relive your whole life, the good times and the bad times. We all have different stories. This is mine.