Last few moments;

Here I sit in my empty room; ghosts of the past and present float around my head. The future is teasing me, so very near: yet excitement hasn't completely overcome me. Who could be excited to leave a life with friends and family who understand you better than you understand yourself? Who have seen you at your absolute worst and they're still around... I know it's hard for me. However we all get to this point in our life where looking back is no longer an option, and looking forward is a necessity. For those who dwell on the past only waste their future. I am not one to waste, I am not one to squander; I am not one to let so many opportunities slip through the new, untethered flesh of my hands. I want to live a life that is neither ordinary, nor extraordinary. My goal isn't to make a million dollars, or become the face of some over priced product, but I would like to touch other peoples lives in an inspirational way. To be so inspiring that people let my words, my soul, penetrate into their hearts and bring new perspectives into their ways of thinking and feeling. So as I lay here on the last night before I move into college, I do not dwell on what I leave behind: I know those who love me will remain there supporting me. But I do let excitement overcome me. Excitement for a new life, with wonderful people, new love, and fulfillment of dreams; and whatever else the future holds for me.

Another poem,

You're haunting me,
Hiding in every corner of my mind.
Just when I thought you were gone,
I hear that same tired song.

You took my light love,
It even left me for you.
Everything that mattered to me,
Is washed up in the cold, dark waters.

All that I loved,
All that I lived for;
Lies in Boston with you.

So I'll go now,
Run to the west coast and maybe,
Maybe I can learn to live,
Without you.