Even he had turned his back
And left her floating in the black
And dark and lonesome empty room
Which, fittingly, seemed like a tomb.

Poor child, she ne'er could let him go
As sunlight turned to wretched snow
And oh! to think that even Time
Could never heal his wicked crime.

So, while in pain, she never slept,
She never smiled; she only wept.
'Till prayerfully she one day knelt,
And prayed to God she no more felt.

And as the darkness 'round her grew
Greater and greater pains she knew,
'Till she resolved to, with a knife,
End such a broken, loveless life.

She, resolute, the dagger grabbed
And closed her eyes and, simply, stabbed.
Dyeing her pillow with tears of red,
She bled and bled 'till she was dead.

(Adonis)

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With arguably the best drummer in the world, Mutemath's Darren King.

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Hello, friends.
So, as of late, I've been quite interested in and considering studying journalism. I find it such a heroic occupation. The catch is, though, that I'd never be satisfied with a minute, pointless local TV waste-of-time, no-good, miserable job. If I delve into journalism, I'd want it to be something enormous: national or even international TV: something like CNN or ABC.
Also, I have discovered that Anderson Cooper is my hero. He's bold, intelligent, and daring. He's the modern journalist: honest, real, and very genuine in all of his reporting, and he can easily attract and persuade the audience with his approach.
He makes me think of journalism as a field of work that is made for Robin Hoods--protecting the weak and the poor by telling their story to the world. Mr Cooper is a hero, and by spreading the stories that he does so influentially, he gets my respect and deep appreciation.
Journalism is a field that looks more and more attractive the more I look at it, and at the same time, seems less and less reachable. It's a dilemma that I'm working on solving, and that is why I'm writing about it.

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