Slick

I'm a hungry young poet, music aficionado, always have been bewildered the picturesque sounds of immortality. Lost without a reason. Waiting in the deathbed. Moving forward while looking back. Subtly fighting a lost cause. I have a one track mind that moves on different directions. An observer, a lover, a party animal with minimal alcohol tolerance. I have a foolish heart with a forever rationalizing mind. I don't believe in God but I do wish him well. I thought I wasn't funny, turns out I was at the wrong crowd. I'm completely comfortable not talking to anyone, and I wish most people will too. I have no qualms what so ever until I've realized I'm just a part time friend. Sometimes I wake up wanting to set everything on fire using my desire. Passionate escapist. Eloquent writer, mediocre speaker, meager talent and minimum vocabulary. I have the power to predict the future using the process of elimination. I'm so proud of my mystique till I realized that nobody cared. I'm tired with my current lifestyle yet I'm afraid of the possibility that I might lose all my comfort. I have a tendency to burn all my bridges and pretend not to need them in order to protect my own ego. I would never leave a friend behind. I don’t like waiting so I don’t make people wait. Every person is a character and a puzzle. I find people who have the NEED to be dominant utterly pathetic.I have a friend that reminds me of PETER KEATING. I just hope he doesn't suffer the same fate, but then again he might need the experience. I sometime feel like I might need to cut Icarus' wings before he becomes foolish enough to fly towards the sun. What goes up must come down, everything will balance itself out. And in the end when everything has settled down never forget that the ones that were there for you for they will never sell you out.