Paris

Visiting paris has been interesting.
On my first day I was excited I had been there before in a sense and couldn't wait to see all the sites again,
for the next six weeks, I explored Paris, trying to unlock it's secrets, in a sense I succeeded, but I failed miserably as well, while I discovered some of those precious secrets, I failed to truly unlock and learn about any of them. But not all was lost.
Paris is where I tasted true expression, where I felt creativity flow through my veins.
Paris is where I met the muse, if only briefly, but now I know where to find him.
Every morning I awoke excited to discover what new ideas  I would find waiting for me on it's streets.
Wandering Paris was an exhilaratigly refreshing and freeing experience.
Paris is where I learned the true meaning of poetry and I will not soon forget it. . . .

If you really knew me

If you really knew me you'd know I love
Singing in the car, and dancing when no one else is around.
You'd know I wish I was superman.
You'd know I love watching smallville, scrubs, and adventure time.
You'd know I hate going to dances, and despise small talk, but I love meeting new people.
You'd know I'm a sucker for a good love story. But I hate crying in public.
You'd know I love the mountains, but hate the beach.
Probably because I'm a terrible swimmer.
You'd know My favorite color is green.
You'd know I do p90x but hate doing the yoga part. Really though, who doesn't
You'd know I hate country music.
You'd know I had a kidney disease when I was nine.
You'd know I didn't make the soccer team last year.
You'd know I swear a lot in my head and sometimes out loud.
You'd know I fight a lot with my brothers.
You'd know I can't throw a football very far, or dribble a basketball very well. But I can juggle a soccer ball fifty three times in a row. (that's my record)
You'd know that's not actually very much.
You'd know I'm not perfect.

But you'd know I'm working on it.
And that's what counts