Sometimes, I worry about dying.
It's not that I'm scared of death.
No, it's just that I haven't done all that I want to yet.
I wanna fall in love.
Have sex.
Get my heart broken.
I wanna feel things I haven't felt.
Do things I've never done.
I wanna mess up so that I can grow as a person.
Be free.
Get tattoos.
Make memories.
Create art.
Travel.
Be surrounded by cultures.
Be apart of something that is bigger than me.
Marry.
Have kids.
Maybe a dog or two or three.
I wanna experience the world.
And I know it's silly.
But do you feel me?
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AFTER HOURS
PoetryI have come to realize that the after hours are when I am truly and fully open with myself. In, the night I am left alone with thoughts that are both cheerful and dark. After Hours is a collection of thoughts and poems inspired by the night and the...
