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A poet will never give up because a poet always wishes to be more. A poet will always accept life threw observation but at the same time he or she wishes to be and see more. I crave success like a a starving lion craves blood. The taste of success is sweet yet bitter to know this will never be enough much like the lion I need to survive. So I do it thriving in books lost in my own observations contemplating why how and who. I see but what I feel is more and what I wright will never be enough to scratch the surface of what this feeling really is.

When you accept the comforting thought of love and when you fear it all at the same time. Well time and time again I have drown in my own pain but yet, afloat I am and my lungs continue to pump the air I breath. My heat beats slow and fast at the same time because love is daunting, exhilarating, and comforting all at the same time.