Nutshell.

I write a lot. Too much, I've been told. I have several blogs and a plethora of journals. It's out of control.

I'm infatuated with words. I love thoughts, quotes, lyrics.. Words express things on so many levels. It's incredible to reach an understanding through just a series of letters... Genius.

I'm single. I'm not looking for a relationship. Please don't try. I'm trying to live for myself, and it's hard enough doing just that, sometimes. The less complications... well, you know.. the better.

Besides writing, my biggest passion is music. It gets me in ways that people just can't. It's therapeutic and inspiring. Music transcends language. There are no better words to truly describe how I feel about it.

I get bored with things far too easily... Quite often, far too quickly.

I want to pick up and leave randomly, with no particular destination in mind.

I'm a dweller. I cant leave memories behind. They haunt me. It's painful and crippling. But it's familiar. It's the way I've always been. Somehow, I always manage to move on.. But I never forget. Ever.

I have issues. Trust, compatibility, intimacy, abandonment... It's intimidating. I'm fully aware of it. However, I can't help the way that I am. Learn to deal, or don't be a part of my life.

I despise liars. I won't tolerate anything other than honesty. I'd rather just hear the truth... No matter how bad it might hurt.

I love traveling, seeing new places, and meeting new people.

I love postcards and photographs. I also collect shotglasses from different cities.

I HATE not having closure. Ironically, I haven't had much over time, and I'm used to not getting any. I don't like to assume the worst, but experience has taught me to expect nothing less. I don't need all the answers. But please, be up-front with me. Not knowing things is agitating and too stressful.

There is more to me than anyone will ever know. I'm extremely guarded. I like it better that way.

Someday I will settle down, but not until I've truly experienced life to the fullest.

" she has a scar that runs down her back right along the spine, like somebody tried to steal it. i joked her like this: “someone must have ignored the blue prints, look at all the structural damage”. but i stuttered and trailed off. the smoke curled off of her lips. for a second i was dying to be it. dying to be as clever and kissable as her. there she was sitting in front of me, knee pulled up to to her chin. smoking a cigarette thinking of something or someone else. and thats how she will be stuck in my mind forever. two explorers in the dark, mapless and hopeless. alone together."