Vision.

Being in love implies you can be out, outside of it. Star[r]ing at it from some external point. Something about unconditional doesn't seem to agree here. In and out. In and out, so binary when love is anything but.

Graduation is starting to get to me. I think I'm going to miss this place, and the people, way more than I anticipated. The ride out will be one for the books. Also...fuckkkkkkkk.

To keep one's niche near and dear. In a spot both safe and happy yet exposed and open-minded. To stay on point without wa[i]vering. The constant back and forth between relief/awe and the reverse nostalgia of rediscovery. The day-to-day day by day. An actively passive endeavor.

Just had an “aha” moment. Thankful things turned out the way it did. I was beginning to get a bit caught up in serendipity after unwinding the predicament, but I ended up believing everything is in place and straightened out. Sort of like closure but mainly the “phew” part of it and much less of the gravitas and finality.

There’s approximately 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars in the universe and that’s pretty cool.

Never met someone who didn’t help me discover something to learn. Can’t help but value each and every minor, subtle, and transient intersection, roundabout, and tangent. It all matters daily whether it is full-fledged or residual.