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Follow me through lands of ink,
Paper and stories,
Love and grief
Watch my wand paint portraits of them,
You and me,
Now and then



Life.

It’s such a complicated, mysterious, beautiful thing.

At its brightest, it steals the unknown.

At its darkest, it steals your soul.

Many find that the pubescent mind is short-sighted, arrogant, and over-dramatic. They find that the actions and reactions in our life are drawn out and exaggerated like some beachside caricature. But mostly they find us to know nothing, think of nothing, and do everything. Or, so they claim to have found.

But it’s simply because we have nothing else to which we can refer. We do not have years of heartache under our eyes or decades of life in our veins. But what we do have are months of detachment in our arms and seasons of growth in our bodies. And with what we are given, those months and seasons are what make up the longest years of our clocks.

We are not over-dramatic. We can live only by what we have.

We are not arrogant. We live only by what we ourselves learn.

We are not short-sighted. We live by only seeing what’s important now.

For what’s important tomorrow may never be real.

Live loud. Live experience. Live sight.

And most importantly, live alive.

My freshman year of college has started. I have lived in my dorm for six days already. Life has already started to change. Classes start tomorrow. When that final ingredient is in, this miracle-grow formula of life post-high school will finally take its full effect.

365 days of growth and experience
365 poems of love and despair
365 scenes of the world and its people

1 Year
1 Blog
1 Show

1 Life

Come with me, and we’ll begin.