go to sleep, go to sleep a man

My life until now has consisted of me protecting myself from mistakes and from the opportunity of people possibly disappoving of me. Like the anticipation of getting punched in the gut, I have walked around in a perpetual state of pre-blow cringing. Well today, and all throughout student teacher, my guard has been ripped away and i've been sucker punched right in the kidneys.

My mistakes are my mistakes. I can only learn from making them.

Object Permanence

What ties two people together? Countless verse, pages of prose, notes fluted into the air attempt to semble something concrete,  something perment, some promise out of the invisible ties of love. I'm not hte only one to whom love is something nebulous. Something, yes something, floating through the air that you can grasp for a second and as you open your hand to admire the beauty you've found the wind wisks it away again to continue on its journey.