I didn't realize this until now, but my username is somewhat ironic. Google put up with my relentless search for a word that I thought described me, but 'bellicose' doesn't fit my personality at all. Sitting down, reading, and napping all call to me more than bar fights and hangovers.

The reason why I chose it was because I wanted to fight for many of the things I've given up on that I wanted to finish.

Being young is like the wind that encourages fallen leaves to fly, like a dew atop a leaf that drops into fresh soil, like cold fingers holding a mug filled with hot chocolate, like the flash of a smile as a picture is taken; but, most of all, being young is remembering to take life one step at a time.

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He always wondered what the blind saw-he didn’t think about bumping into table corners, or stubbing his toe. He couldn’t remember what his mother’s eyes looked like when they shined, or how his sister’s light hair shined in the sun.

He wished he didn't wonder before.

The world's too dark.