I rather sit in a coffee shop in a small town, and sip on my latte and look at the pretty people walking by. I rather dance in the rain with my friends then hide out from one of the simplest pleasures of life. I rather have a deep conversation with someone about life, death and the passion that lie with themselves. I rather go to a little joint to see a up and coming band, because I know one day this band is going to make it big. I rather get roses on random days, than get roses on the one day of the year that people actually care. I rather sit in my room at 2 am in the morning burning candles and drinking tea and reminiscing on my life. I rather be alone sometimes, and not be bothered. I rather be well known for the poems I write, the books I publish, the opinions I produce, and the mind behind it all. I rather have something to live for, something to give me a purpose to breathe air, I rather have that reason be myself, because what lies ahead of me is hope for a tomorrow.