full of moxie and viscosity

Letter to Lauren:

he is not an artist or musician or writer or filmmaker and i was thinking today if it would bother me if he was never able to understand my poetry or my writing or if he would never want me to read any interesting writing to him and really, i just can't know that. maybe it would bug me a fucking lot or maybe i would be so involved in so many other aspects of my life with him that my art would not matter as much in the context of my romantic relationship. i don't know. it seems odd to think about things outside of my artistic terms.

i'm starting to understand that life, especially mine, does not have to revolve around the purposeful soulsearching loo loo land that i'm so quick to fall back into. i should soulsearch, but there is a lot of stuff going on in this world to actually participate in. i'm going to focus on participation.