The world that I see has a different aspect to it, unknown to billions of people on this planet who walk the corridors of life with their ey

The heaviness sets in, a sort of noddy feeling. Vibrations of the latest dance music belt out of my cracked iPhone, my only inspiration...

If every man comes from God, why are we so driven by stereotypes and justifications to separate the human race?

Homelessness is living on the streets, on a friend’s couch, in your car and anywhere that makes you transitional. What's it like?