i don't really know what i'm doing.
a statement that applies to almost everything in my life.
(exceptions: i know that i am loving people. i know that i am trying to figure it out. things like that.)
but not knowing what i'm doing has never scared me before, and it still doesn't. the new and pretty pieces of life that show up unexpectedly don't seem so scary. maybe i should be more concerned. it's just hard to be upset, when you're looking at the sky.
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not that i need to be reminded,
but reading what you write always makes me realize how amazing you are.
i love you.
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