Oh, she's only 17...

Well, I'm still sixteen, but I don't care. I love Kings of Leon. (17 - Kings of Leon... Listen below... now!)



My youth is going by so slowly. Yet, at the same time, I'm afraid of it ending. I wish I could just be 20 and never grow any older after that. 20 is the perfect age (in Canada, at least). Old enough to do the things your mother told you not to do, but still young enough to actually get away with it.

Only three more years.
Patience, patience, patience.

Whatever.

Less than a month away until I fly out to the east coast and lay my size 7 feet on the city street pavements of Toronto. Kensington market, sticky and humid weather, queen st shopping, yorkville dining, yonge street exploring, and subway train hopping.

Now that is what I call Home Sweet Home.

X

Do you feel it too?

We've all been put in the position where we feel as if the world is crashing down on us. As if the devil within you is tearing you apart and revealing your darkest secrets to the ones of kind hearts and innocent minds. As if the ones that you surround yourself with look at you with such disappointment in their eyes, such tension and aggrivation, that all they can do is rotate their figures in a direction that is completely opposite to yours. It's almost as if no one is even listening to you anymore.

Truth is, maybe they're not.

But even when such deep emotion and negative thoughts swim from the tip of your toes, through the blood in your veins, to the highest point on that single strand of hair on your perfectly sculpted head, it's nice to know that there will always be that one person you can always turn too. That one person that won't tear you open to reveal your secrets to the world. That one person that can't bare to ever turn their back to you, no matter the situation, the consequence, or the unintended humiliation. That one person that could not go a day without hearing your soft voice feed sound waves to the ears that once heard you say "I love you".

Love is a (beyond) beautiful thing that is meant to be shared. It's a feeling that cannot be described in words, in text, in script. It's a strong feeling that one has to acquire; when a man can feel it without using his rough hands to graze the porcelain skin of a womans body. When a man can feel it while looking at each individual spec in a womans eye that enhances the natural beauty of Gods unique creation. When a man can feel it as his heart softly beats against hers as they lay, side by side, and simply enjoy the silence and eachothers presence.

Dispite the chaotic world outside of ours, I'll always be that one you can turn to.

x

Only in the evening

Your lusty fingers bruise her fragile figure. The ungenuine touch is nothing more than a rush of adrenaline pumping through thick veins.

But she wishes it were love.

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It's almost as if it's always left unattended.

You blow me away each and every day.

and everything just feels so right.

For the first time in years.

Fidgeting awkwardly while sinking into a mess of thoughts. Running in circles... this or that? Empty thoughts and empty words make lies to the vulnerable and young. Unaware of the world around you, and even more so, what's in you. Just give me something to fiddle with, let me whisper in your ear to tell you a tale of life and what's to come. Even though it may all be fiction.

Toronto

I'm feeling nostalgic.