I've got pictures with my darlings Jill & Drew yet to post from NYE 09/10, and a heart full of more of the same: love mixed with adoration mixed with utter frustration. I couldn't have wished for 2009 to end any differently—A smile on my face and not a drop of blood on my heart. Now 2010 begins with the futility of trying just within my grasp, and the reality of what the last year has been on the doorstep of the back of my mind. I've got a desk full of unexposed film and blank canvases. I'm remembering what's important, and loving it while I'm still here, before it all goes dark. I've been climbing all the wrong fences. But sometimes there's just no reasoning it... Que es lo que es. It's not up to me now to want more—what's right will be revealed in time. I just hope that I can make use of every mistake I've made up until now. Even if I can't ~calculate how far the plummet is... fuck it, I'm jumping~. If you need me—you know where to find me. I'll be true till death.