Having a solid sense of self is really hard when, like, the powers that conspire against me (my responsibilities and obligations) always have me asking “am I doing things wrong?” I keep reveling in the awe of being so unattached to anything in my life right now. I almost find myself yearning for a great sense of urgency to do something. And while my mother loves doing that thing where she makes tick-tock noises to reference my biological clock, I can’t find myself caring.
poems one through twelve
poems one through twelve
poems one through twelve
Having a solid sense of self is really hard when, like, the powers that conspire against me (my responsibilities and obligations) always have me asking “am I doing things wrong?” I keep reveling in the awe of being so unattached to anything in my life right now. I almost find myself yearning for a great sense of urgency to do something. And while my mother loves doing that thing where she makes tick-tock noises to reference my biological clock, I can’t find myself caring.