Bus Ride Beauty

I think in moving pictures and beauty, my entire life a script typed fast without thought for consequences or grammar. The climax is coming too fast for doddling; a list of goals posted onto a cork board is all that fills my mind.

I will see the world before I die …

I crave experience with a sick desire and wish to be worldly wise beyond my years. My journey for self-awareness frightens me more than death (but not more than public speaking) and I am frantic, reckless to the point of dangerous in my attempts to learn more.

Life is not about who you are, it’s who you desire to become.

We can be anyone we want as long we see ourselves from an (en)lightened perspective.

Paint yourself in beauty and become the best.

Gorge on happiness. Devour your dreams and shine.