The end of an era
So the insanity that was my summer seems like it will finally realistically come to a close. In less than an hour, I'm boarding the bus that will take me back to 'reality', to a new apartment with a wonderful friend and to be able to see the faces of so many others.
I'm listening to Rufus Wainwright. Does that mean I've come full-circle? I don't even know if I believe in romantic love anymore. I most definitely believe in love, but the extraction or extrapolation from physical attraction presents an issue for me.
I've tasted alot this summer, both bitter and sweet. I've dipped my toes in waters of all sorts and on the day that I approach the great ocean once again, I have to ask myself what any of this meant.
But then again, I havent changed Rufus yet. I can't be that jaded.
I'm listening to Rufus Wainwright. Does that mean I've come full-circle? I don't even know if I believe in romantic love anymore. I most definitely believe in love, but the extraction or extrapolation from physical attraction presents an issue for me.
I've tasted alot this summer, both bitter and sweet. I've dipped my toes in waters of all sorts and on the day that I approach the great ocean once again, I have to ask myself what any of this meant.
But then again, I havent changed Rufus yet. I can't be that jaded.