I don't want my life to be this way. I want an adventure. I want to get in the car, sing along to interesting music at the top of my lungs, go to towns so small that most people have never heard of them, stay at cheap, dim lit hotels and drink bad coffee in the morning. I want to meet amazing people that I will remember forever. I want to meet them at the hotel's breakfast service or in a dingy restaurant, and I just want to talk about the future until my crazy ideas inspire them to do something with their life, because why are they eating alone in a crappy restaurant? why am I eating alone in a crappy restaurant? I want to make my mark and move on, touching people's lives with a few words of wisdom. I want to camp out under the stars for a night, having nobody but the characters in the stars' stories to keep me company. I want to walk on the beach and watch the sunset as the sand greets my feet. I want to travel to big cities too, sit and drink coffee while people with all their stories about life and living walk by, and maybe, just maybe, someone will sit down and tell me their story. and I'll tell them mine, my newly adapted story of meeting strangers that made me feel alive when it seemed like the world was not, and I'll tell them about those stars on that one night, and singing my heart out to the songs no one listens to, and I'll tell them about the bitter taste of hotel coffee, laced with midnight memories and the ripe tales of others.
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SOFTIE
Poesíasure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.