I've read my poems that i had posted on here. Pretty old. So much more I could post. I think this site should become a fascination of mine once again.
I push forward and make strives.
Life, love, college, work, fantasy. My imagination is expanding, my thurst for adventure reinstills itself. So many responsibilities. But what power do they hold over me. The responsibilities that one has, holds only as much power over him as he allows. I'm not afraid to fail, but i am afraid to achieve something that is less than perfect. We all have problems, but which ones do I choose to sympathize with, or which ones do I know enough of to counter.
We move through time, and we take experience with us. I want to fight. I want to fight for love. For adventure, knowledge, well-being. I want to have sex in airplanes. I want to go on african safariis. I want to walk the streets of london and troily into paris with a companion. To do ham-springs, run up walls and backflip off of them. I want to create art. I want to continue to work hard.
I want what life has to offer.