feel me

I busted through my essay pretty well. I feel like I have my school groove back. I dig.

I feel bad about some shit I didn't convey very well to Karina yesterday. I want to tell her that I'm so into her and that she's the only one I want to be with.

So many different things flash into my consciousness when I think of that word, that awful word. Love: tiger eyes, the breeze, my ex bf, tall grass, Africa, the color of blood, fear, pain, my father, my mother, the rain, friends, whale spouts, fantasies of future love potentials, Zane, camping, dancing, SF, the ocean, paint on my hands, dirt on the bottoms of my feet, wine, holding her hand, laying in the grass wrapped in her arms or at the beach entangled just right, trees, my journal, my potential, my brother, sea turtles, random moments of bliss, sour grass...

Love? Love is untouchable. It's arbitrary, symbolic, and subjective.

Place your hand on my heart and feel it skip a beat when you look into my eyes. That's tangible.

We're on the same page.