Last Serenade*

I'm a piculiar young man, you see?
I'm not like most young men my age,
I believe in love, not "the game",
I listen to all that come to me for advice,
I've my own demons to face but I'm not afraid,
I'm not a sporty guy, I'm more techie and artsy,
I love music and I love to sing but only around those I'm comfortable with catching me, 
I'm very mature when it comes down to it,
I'm a childish goof at all other times,
I love driving because it get's my mind off of stressful topics,
I love making people smile and laugh,
I'm definitely not the typical 17 year old boy most people would think I am. So whatever you see in me is quite invalid. Goats with sunglasses on longboards are cool beans.





 

If life gives you lemons,
make lemonade but
add a bunch of sugar





 

Let's sleep as if we're weightless in space,
lie down on a cloud with me and lets fish for stars in the sea,
we can make our dreams come true if we wanted to, if we wanted to





 

I would shake the world,
pour the ocean into the skys,
catch the stars, never say goodbye
I'm gonna be your hero, let me be your hero





 

I don't think she gets it, 
I see the world in her eyes,
I want to travel it,
but with her





 

It's the possibility that keeps me going. And although you may call me a dreamer or a fool, I believe that anything is possible.




 

Always find time for things that make you feel happy and alive.




 

I love listening to lies when I know the truth




 

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. 

~Ernest Hemmingway




 

They've seen the art that pours out my heart, torn up scorched and scarred up, but what they dont know is that i have thread and needle, i dont know how to sew, but i guess these hands were created for something; to create something, that'll shine in the dark, no flames but art, and love that will illuminate in the night, so i can see, so i can stay warm, free. i shall sew up this canvas and paint once again as time goes by paint layers paint, like memories, flow from my mind. Every speck of color seen or not seen is every breath ive taken. So my canvas shall hold so many days, months, years, milleniums. so shall my mind. i never chose to paint, i just painted, sometimes the paint was tainted and things were ugly, but i knew that the paint would always regain its color and the painting at the end of my story shall be beautiful, full if texture, fine line work, filled with sumptuous color and value that is that at the price of a life.