: About Me

My passion is ...

Learning about the World

I know too much about ...

Animals Geology, Biology, Ancient History

My parents always told me ...

To not think too much.

My childhood ambition ...

To be a Herpetologist.

Why I write ...

I love writing.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Coldplay, Chili Peppers, Scrubs

My inspiration ...

Music

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paradise

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The March of Wolves There is a goal that I know of, A place that I must reach, My paws leave my identity, On the freezing snow beneath. I have no pure evidence, That this place actually exists, Only a fleeting hope in my heart, That is too troublesome to resist. So i breathe the frostbitten air, Chasing the stars at night, Howling at the moon, And bathing in its light. With every yard I gain, My fangs begin to dull, MY fur loses its luster, As only time can tell. But endure i must, Across tenuous sheets of ice, In the hopes of arriving, In sunny paradise.

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