Post school

I am in this ridiculously sensatious period of anticipating life

It feels torturously pleasurable

That I will continue to live and to feel joy through my deepest depression

All I see is opportunity

All I am is choice

I know there is so much more I will know and so much deeper I want to feel

I am symmetrically at the end of the new soon to be old pool. A young soon to be old man. an adult’s body slowly taking over a child’s frame.

listening to jigsaw falling into place

dripped

I anticipate a future version of myself looking back at me now with the love I stare at my nurtured past self with and my life