because i am not the only one. because 20’s.
all great and weird and settled aaand unsettled and supplied with fulfilling creative endeavors and possibilities and strings and no strings and growing and sprouting and nervous and new but also comfortable and placed just so.
and other things.
but maybe that’s the entrancing part, that anything is possible to certain degrees. that mine is the driver seat. bicycle saddle. whatever.
that i’ve got space/things to do, the greatest people, and a lovely lady.
that i’m myself.