Why isn’t love enough? Enough to open up? Enough to kiss a stranger? To fall in love with that stranger? To fall together? To fall apart? Enough to leave? Or enough to stay? God I love you so much I can barely breathe air without your scent in it. Please, please, let that be enough. I love you. You don’t even know I’m talking to you, do you? I love you.

And on a non-cryptic note, since I came to own my laptop tablet I haven’t done any actual painting, and because I was such a huge mess of emotion today, when I got home I actually spent a good time just messing around with my paints. Somewhere lost in the move before this one are most of my acrylic paints. I’m not sure what happened to them, but I still have an insane amount of oil paints (which I like better) so I think I’ll start a painting project with one an empty canvas or two that are still lying around.
Tyler tells me he might take photography next semester which would be really incredible, but unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to take it with him. We were going to take Piano together, but it was full, so that plan was out! I want to take a moment to thank everyone who responded to the last question, some were “faces” I’d seen before but some were new and very much appreciated. I’ll have to post more of those. But for now I’m off, tomorrow we turn in our keys for the old apartment so I’m going to spend most of my day cleaning it. Cheers!