It can be so hard, not rushing forwards into relationships and love and Eros and all of these notions of commitment and intimacy. Part of me wishes I could commit to the whole world, but I’m just so in love with so much, and so many. And I think part of me holds art and poetry above everything else, and it’s hard for me to translate elation to the page, or to the canvas, so this sort of limbo that I’m in is often exactly where I want to be, even though at times I’m so lonely and miserable that I can barely function.
So with this quasi-epiphany I’ve decided to embrace my overwhelming love, and the coinciding heartache. I vow to live in the moment with whoever wishes to live in the moment with me. I’m young and crazy and confused and wandering, and that’s exactly how I’m supposed to be.