hamartia.

a painting i did a few years ago.

tonight, alana told me, "you look for love every time."

and i do. i think it's my fatal flaw. my ignorant error; the thing that may very well kill me if i don't reign it in and change my expectations.

what could be better than being young and independent? having the luxury to stop and look around, to smell and rearrange the roses. possibilities come our way as gifts. how great to open each one and experience it. no need to tie each package up in a bow; it might only wind up tying you up in knots.

mood music: dan black - let go