I often spend a lot of time thinking about who I am, who I used to be, and what I've become. A lot of my mental frame has been succummed by the feeling that no matter how much I change for the greater good, I'm still at a stand still. Not knowing where I'm headed, or whether or not I'll live to see the morning light shine through my window. Upon realizing that my artwork is the ONLY thing I have total control over, I also began wondering if love works just the same. Is it an act of serendipity? And will everything just fall into place as it should? Is there someone, MY someone, out there wondering the same exact thing, only to be oblivious to the fact that I belong to them, just as much as they belong to me, although life's love clock is still ticking, simply because it isn't the perfect time/place? I wonder, because I long to share myself, my talent, my thoughts, my love with someone that's longing to do the same, and its frustrating.......