Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Eighteen
Today is the day. I am already counting down.
The universe has a way of sending you signs. The more they are repeated, the more you must listen.
I want more. And more.
Move past the pleasantries. Get the thing done.
On her playlist: Tame Impala, Kanye, The Smiths.
I stand in the street and jump up and down. We are here. We are here together.
We are not good navigators but we’ve made it over the dunes to the ocean. There is no one here but us.
Danucci’s. 4.5 stars. The place you go when it’s time to celebrate a birthday. I ask her how long she thinks it’s been since the merch cabinet has been opened.
Maybe I am just more confused.
An awakening.
The tears will come at some point.
I am wherever you are.