Fog covers the Berkeley hills and my mind like a blanket
its one of those nights
up late, reflecting
choking on ambition
and the fear of breaking someones heart.
i’ve always cared. about people, the world, social justice and strangers. I enjoy serving others. but at the same time, i’ve never wanted something so badly. I’ve been curious and thoughtful, productive and ambitious. but this, this going to DC and planting some seeds, is something i really want. and i would never forgive myself if i allowed a relationship to sabotage this dream becoming a reality. it’s flattering and terrifying to have someone hang on every word you whisper. infatuation can be so blinding.