Here is me.

(This piece is from 2005 when I was graduating from high school, moving to a new city and beginning to branch out into the wider world. It's a time capsule into a past version of me.)

I'm a hater of words...

Of time and distance and conflicts.

I'm incredibly motivated and can't help it for the life of me-

I wish I wasn't so driven

I wish sometimes I could be careless

But I can't, and that's okay.

I know what I want and I own up to it.

I am the conductor of my aspirations.

I suck at sports, singing, writing-

But I do them all anyway.

Nothing describes me more than music-

But I can't even produce it myself...

Photography is a love/hate relationship for me-

Capturing moments... but artificially?

I'm torn between so many things.

I love love even when I'm loveless-

And ironically I hate hatred.

My future is neon,

But my present never seems bright enough-

And my past is faded.

Here is me.