Day Five.

-skipping day two because quite frankly. it does not exist.

My Dreams-
my dreams. this could be the topic of alot of controversy. this is me, stripped down to nothing. this is me standing butt naked about to skinny dip in the lake. my dreams. i could give the generic answer: grow up, go to college, get a great job, get married, have a nice house, and pretty kids. but luckily, i'm not so gung-hoe on those dreams. to be completely honest with yu, i have dreams because i feel obligated too. believe me, i would lay around become nobody and amount to nothing if i could. but i am not allowed because i am "better than that". here are the dreams i have made for myself, and the dreams people have made for me.
i dream of living in a white house, with a wrap-around porch, and rocking chairs. a stream in the backyard. i dream of a thunderstorm that i am caught up in. a storm where i can sit on that very porch in those very chairs and watch the lightning. holding my lovers hand as i do so.
i also dream of picking up and moving to California. it is there that i will longboard and surf all day. mark my words, one day, i will write out of California.
no, i do not know where i will be in five years because i can not tell you where i will be in five hours. but i can tell you where i think it would be nice to land after i jump out of this plane. i have this vision of me, being older. (i will not say i have visions of me grown up, because truth is, i refuse to grow up. and i am not going to do so.) in my vision i have at least four tattoos, my clothes and hair are still outrageous and i am in a office building. but it isn't your boring average office building. it has a nice view and there are really cool posters on the wall. in this vision i am writing. a journalist. the Rolling Stone. and that vision is what drives me.
my heart lays with writing and so i guess you could call that my dream. me. my soul. my dreams. my drives. my passions. my heart. they are hidden beneath my words.
my dreams also consist of staying close and in touch with my family of friends over these next few years. i want to write them letters and see them from time to time. and catch up in a small coffee shop. i want to be able to reach out to them, when i need them the most.


thank you.