I'm no one special. I'm just a single father in the MMA training to kill the anger and the personal pain in order to move on. Whenever I'm not busy, even with the damn procrastination issue, I try my best to express things out on the writings which all were actually based from the dreams, experiences, thoughts, and such.
Also, I'm not one of the best writers, here and elsewhere. I'm nowhere near halfway close to be one of those "Best Sellers" either, so don't expect much from me.
Anyway, "The Boiling Man" is my very first prose poem when I was 17 at that time. Many years later, it's still taunting me, even in my sleep.
Other than that, I'm just staying within the shadows...