yeah I’m on an all fruit diet. I mostly eat grapes. well, and some wine. okay, it’s all wine.
I wish my life was a musical, then maybe it would be more entertaining.
18 years young
Sophomore in Hotel, Restaurant and Tourism Major at the University of New Orleans
Musical Junkie, Broadway Baby.
Culinarian Extrodanaire, Chef.
so me and my dad are watching a documentary about a man that killed his children and the presenter turned to the camera and said ‘how could anyone ever think about killing their child’ and my dad sat there looking straight at the tv and said ‘trust me its not difficult’ he then looked at me and sighed
I am young, yet I feel with the heart of an old woman lazily on her rocking chair thinking of lovers she was foolish to embrace. I have loved with the intensity of breathing my last breath. I have felt more than many people have even dared to feel. I am a pinnacle of emotion and mindless thinking. I am young, yet I have years more behind my eyes. I am afraid of life and living, and of becoming so vulnerable that I live one thousand years in my small time allotted here. I am one person. I am one heart. I am one soul. But inside me I am a house full of souls and of minds and of bodies. I yearn for truth and for knowledge of you, and only you. But for what? What is this frivolous folly we have gotten each other entangled in? For all the lives I have lived, for all the lies I have lived, I have not lived long enough in my one thousand years that have been crammed into eighteen to understand and realize what we are. All my souls have not foretold of this. All my minds have not thought of this. All my bodies have not felt this. My once large and intimidating life has trickled into this tiny unworthy hole in front of you. I am certain that you have lived for four thousand years crammed into forty-one. You must have countless souls, and hundreds of bodies, and millions of minds fit into yourself. So how can I be here and stand before you and not be diminished by you?
I don’t even know you, or who you are, or all of what you’ve done, or will do. I have no right to stand before you and ask for something you nor I can even give. But I crave it. I crave it with ever fiber of myself. I can hope and I can dream, but god almighty I will never have all of you.
And in the end, I am okay with what I have. Because I cannot give more of myself. Because you cannot give more of yourself. Because we cannot give to each other in fear of adding more years to our lives than we had ever planned for. But if you give to me one day so foolishly, I will crumple in your touch and add a thousand more years to my life because I will have you. And that alone with erase those years, and hopefully yours, and we can start over together, so that when we leave this place, we will have only lived the years we walked this earth together, and not a day more.