It was a conversation uncomfortable from when it started. Never had I met someone for whom I felt anger and remorse at the same time. The actions he had committed made me realise the darker possibilities of a person's nature. However, the circumstances I met him in and the crushing burden of guilt he carried made me wonder, is not being able to live, the biggest punishment? Or is it not being able to die? And as I sit trying to feel what he continues to suffer, I make a humble effort to express his regrets using my words....

Pieces of my writing that got the chance to leave the notebook secretly hiding in the back of the white drawer filled with papers; papers to bury the notebook (and my thoughts) from the rest of the world. {;fragments of my soul;} {collection of poems, letters, short stories, and others}

"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.

"Words can be erased, removed, forgotten about. Their soul is eternal." Here Amorura, disguised her heart Some in the soul of her words Others in the form of ballad. A collection of poems and short stories by a reckless writer. Contains Mature scenes of violence, self harm, and sometimes erotic imageries.