Simpley put i enjoy writing, from a young age i have enjoyed writing, though i hope to think i've improved. Though it's not my first passion, i still feel its a big part of me. Hopefully what you read you'll enjoy.
Oh how easy it is to be cyncal of the world, when the wrold allows you nothing.
How easy it is to see its darkness, when the candle was snuffed from the start
How easy it is to reaslise there's nothing for you, when you are abandoned without hope.
How easy it should be, to live, but the very prospect is none existant.
Live what life is to the full? or live no life at all?
[ps, writer's cafe, my my you find some deep people here XD]
A few life long aims:
To own an oarchard
To swim with a basking shark
To sit in a field full of wild flowers and just relax
To see the sukura under mount fuji
To walk bare foor on the sands of the sahara at sunset
To sleep in a hamock on a caribbean beach
To see a wild polar bear