my first entry. kinda exciting, yet nervous. i'm unsure if anyone is actually going to read this thing. of course, mar, where are you? i know you'll be reading this. for this first time, i'm just going to babble on and on about stuff that's been on my mind, before, during, and after this day of time. intro? i'm twenty-three years young about the time of the fifth of july. cancerous baby. youngest of three males from thou mother's eye. i have my father's gentleness, politeness, happiness, and sound. i have my mother's amusement, love, mindset, and care. i've developed my own characteristics as such. i believe in a balance between activism and passivism. my mind has developed an image of greatness. i feel failure is possible, but giving it your best makes you what you are. no one's perfect, yet do we try to be. before I go for now, JOSH is such a name i use to explore the artistic side of my brain. i love to write. some of it may not make sense, but it sure gives me a sense of direction in my life of love, anger, and miscellaneous. ciao bella.
Words that don't make sense to those that don't use imagination. Imagination develops a story of limitless words of sense.