Tonight I’m lonely.

Just wish I had someone to lean against after the end of good, long day. But I realize I have a space in my life I’m labeling “loneliness,” that perhaps is actually the opportunity to fully commit to my art–the opportunity I’ve always craved. Craved to the point of being distant, moody and unsatisfied in relationships with wonderful people I was deeply in love with. Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time. And you’ll never be satisfied until you give into that need to know yourself completely.