Go ahead and wear your heart on your sleeve. Say it, sing it, use a pen, a typewriter, paint a picture, make a movie. The world is your canvas; and look, it's an enormous canvas!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I feel like I have just been longing for someone to love and someone to love me. It's the most ridiculous search. Like who can love me enough and in the right way. As if they all would love me, or be able to see me. It's all absurd, except that I'm lonely and other circumstances don't help the situation or the immidiate desperation of wanting to poor my heart out to someone who will sweep everything away.