wild hearts can’t be broken


i’m living without tomorrows.

it happens when i travel. i’m the most organic, existential version of myself. life feels pure and sure. and i think about ordinariness – my breath shortens. i swallow hard.

right now, you know, this is what there is, this is what there needs to be.

this is what
i want.

endless todays. where love shows up in so many things.

how it all makes me feel.

a quarter-life-crisis. perhaps. or maybe the epiphany i’ve needed all this time.

well, then. what’s more wild than love?


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