My endeavor is to write the world around me, through a lens of romanticism.  Adventure is my largest influence, humanity my muse.  I live fast, and observe my existence.       I'm a writer trying to make everyone understand, But really I'm just a man who's doing the best he can. I like to think I'm a writer, who writes to feel better, Who transfers his emotion from pen to paper with each letter. But I can't help but wonder if I condemn myself and pencil; If I create new misery just for poetic potential. But life is poetic, and need be observed, And I face all my problems with my big bag of words. Nostalgia is reckless and hits very hard. It sings songs from my bedroom and stands yelling in my yard; And I document each instance with the dearest of care - Getting sad and feeling satisfied, like a fresh breath of bad air. Knowing that I'm happy, feeling sad and making art; Taking solace in the outcome of a hurting human heart. It's not to say that I've spent my entire life Bumming along with head in hands, looking for strife. I indulge in the analysis, even if I'm not laughing. I indulge, and I create, and it makes me very happy. I also know how to walk on the side that shines brighter. My name is Danny. I'm a human and a writer.

I Exist.