Coming out of the tunnel of sunless days, sometimes sitting on stoop of forgettable cement steps with a quirky zine, a cigarette, and a familiar warmth premiering before the spring equinox is really all you need.
How can I fall in love with everyone I see? Could we be long lost siblings? How can I ever know what I want when I'm sure I want everything?
I can't really help but sing all day when I'm in such a good mood.
As brazen as I may be, there are times I find myself reverting back to being a romantic, whether it be only in my own mind.
I want to capture these fleeting moments, but to hold onto them for too long causes me to be vulnerable.
I don't know where I am going or who is going to be in my future or who I am going to be. But I will always have these moments of abstraction that will make me feel like everything is worth it-- even if I have blundered in the past,
even if people pass through my life like sifted flour
and even if disappointments are constantly made.
I have myself and these wild hopes of self fulfillment.
A man on the street played the accordion today as a younger man watched and it made me feel whole.
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I'm in.
True that.
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