“you seem like a nice girl, i want to help you out…”
please allow me to explain myself.
i am not one to underthink these sort of things.
life is about choices and chances and changes. it is about deciding to zigzag rather than walk a straight path. it is about saying i am not going to be 40 years old living in my childhood room wishing i had made that call/taken that trip/sang that song/backwards flipped into my pool when i barely know how to swim with the sharks of my consciousness.
in the ocean of the universe, i am a manta ray. i will float this way and that, through the waves that roll in without questioning why they exist or how many are to come.
my body is shaking. my mind is shaking. my purpose is shaking. but i’d much rather say i nicked my knee riding a bike than i never got on…i didn’t try.
i really ought to be more conscious of what i ask for. i am getting everything i want. i really could use some time to sew, did you hear me, universe? time to sew. i just bought a needle and thread and all i need is a little more time.
and then, my life would be perfect.
