people like me.

i went to a concert and listened to an oscillation.

I watched a  man in front of me listen too.

I watched him glance at his sister and i watched him stroke the base of his wife's neck.

And i was jealous. I was jealous because they had a purpose and a plan.

They had something sacred.

Love is sacred, i'm not sure if i believe in miracles but if I did then love would definately be one.

Nothing is ever what it seems, and nothing ever works out the way you think it will.

And everything that i hold dear to me now i never thought I would.

And more than ever I'm feeling alone and uncertain.

I want so many things, i dont want to fail.

I want to pursue the things that I am preoccupied with.

I'm preoccupied with leaves that a perfectly symmetrical, and vines that are pulled into an ellipse.

And my biggest fear is that the world chew up and spit out people like me.

So here's what i will look into in austin this next year while applying to grad school:

art therapy

art museums

teaching

galleries

thas all i got so far. blah. hopefully mer bear and i will live together. yeesh, i just want a break.I feel hellaciously vulnerable.