love.
I love him. I love him. I love him! I trust him with my deepest secrets, and I trust him with my body. He’s my best friend. Sure, we messed it all up. Sure, it ended? But I don’t care for anyone else more than I care for him.
his voice is calming, his touch is tender. his words sooth, and excite. his presence is a such a pleasure, and he never taking a moment of my time for granted. I crave his body, I crave his mind. His wit, and intelligence. His warmth, and lingering touch. I don’t need commitment, I don’t need the publicity. I know he cares, I know he wants and I know I provide. Words can be beautiful, but his actions echo around me surrounding me with a bubble of bliss.
I love him. I love talking, chilling, sexing…him. I don’t need a title. I know how he feels about me, and I know how i feel about him. Simple, and beautiful.
simply love.
conformity.
Conformity is so uncool, but we all submit to it. why is it that the aimless wanderings of a nomadic lifestyle is so frowned upon? Should a man choose to sit under a tree he would be criticized for his life choices as being an ignorant bum who has finally submitted to the insanity of an uncivilized mind. We all seek a purpose in life, a calling of sorts. We want to impact, change, be remembered long after our flesh is decayed from our hollow bones.
Forgive me in thinking that there is more to life than what meets the eye. Forgive me in thinking that in the end, tangible wealth becomes worthless. You are only the intangible things you can give and receive. Our human relationships that have become so contorted that human interaction has become the real uncivilized insanity. I refuse to submit. I am going to live without limits, love without limits, be without limits.
yeah.
chasing.
Growing up we all made a dream. Our dreams tended to be similar, it included a career, a house, a car, maybe a few children. Our dreams conformed to the “civilized” society we live in. Where we spend our youth preparing ourselves for work, and then work to possibly when we are old and decrepit to fulfill our inner most desires whatever they may be. It could be living on the coast, traveling the world, or maybe it’s as simple as entering a profession that you actually have a passion for. Maybe its finally sitting down and reading the stack of books you have set aside with a yellow sticky stating “to read, when there is time.” But maybe, just maybe I want to fulfill my desires, my dreams, my passions before I am old, with a weak and failing body. Maybe my goal in life is not to spend my life in high heels in a all to large house in the suburbs. While this might be a perfectly great and enjoyable lifestyle for thousands, hell millions. I am not one of them. I want to travel, I want to capture some of the beauty’s of the world on film, and i never want to not fulfill my dreams, desires, and passions. I deserve more out of my life to live a life that does not fully satisfy me, no one should. So now i search for a way to maintain the sort of lifestyle that I dream about.
I have choices, I have plans. I’m just looking at options. First, will be college of course. Second, will be the peace corps, which leaves many options following my return. For now, I spend my time researching and staring hopelessly at maps, and photos of faraway places that i will one day see. I know I am not the only one with this dream, but maybe I’m among the few who is brave enough to pursue it. For those of you who are heading on the same track as I am, maybe we can swap ideas. I would enjoy it. 
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”
Jack Kerouac
