experimental writing. poetry. missions, goals, and plans.
14.6.10
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It's been a while since I've written, sat down and reflected on whatever it is I am doing, plan to do or want to do. I come to realize that after these short 22 years, that I have accomplished little to no effect anything I can say that I am proud enough to boast about nor sing to every person I meet whom I can gain their influence. I've traveled a bit and it hasn't changed me a bit, I've driven, and walked and gotten lost along the way and sure, my navigation skills have been sharpened a bit, my openness for cultural differences have spanned wider, and my ability to stand aside and act as an observer in this beautiful world have evolved tenfold as I continue in this existence. The travel bug has caught me again and it seems that it has no rationale of when and where I should be, but I should be moving at a deliberately steady walk along concrete, and gravel. I've talked about this picturesque journey for months on end, to strangers I barely know and to dear friends I've rediscovered again and again. My heart is still not up to the challenge nor my wallet. But I have been trying, mind those insignificant distractions that have been able to hinder me such as money, time and family. I can't wait to be the biggest badass you'll ever meet.
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