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
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?