Jake Markington Biography

I'm no poet.

I remain as a question mark of not knowing myself. That remained a black hole of hollowness inside me. A never ending thoughts of euphoric human drama which results a sham of mental dilemma. And it is eating me by shredding me into tiny pecks of dust bit by bit, piece by piece, slowly… s l o w l y... s l o w l y...

I am directionless, meaningless and moreover, another synonym of absurdity.