The way that two o'clock, friday afternoon light hits your face,

Your mischievous smile,

And your cold hands resting on mine.

But who the fuck am i kidding?

You aren't a romantic,

Your name might be Gabriel

But you're truly no angel

And theres nothing less angelic than the way you look at me

I used to be known for being uptight, for taking everything seriously. What life's taught me is that friendship, experiences and personal expression will always rank above material possessions and the stresses of everyday life. In the end of it all, what matters most are the memories of the good days we had and the unique and special people that we've encountered. Knowing this has allowed me to turn a corner in my life and start valuing the people around me and the experiences that I can have. I now know that I don't need to go far away or do expensive things to have fun and make memories, because the best experiences are everyday things made special by the people you share them with. The things that people get wrapped up in like money, power and social status are all stripped away when you die. We must focus on the aspects of our lives that will last after our last breath. This is the artistic expression we leave behind, and the love we give to others that they carry with them as their own memories. Our place in the universe is determined by our legacy, and the final judgment of our lives is seeing exactly what we've done. I'm no longer the uptight one stressing over little things, because I've learned how to find true value and important.