i wish i woke up every day feeling this strange. the divine connection to this obscure artist that turns out to be you. there is no dissonance between who you want to be and who you are. when you look in the magazines, you don’t see yourself or anyone you’d like to be. you’ve come more full circle than that. you’ve crossed the divide of who you are and who you are becoming.

sonder daughter in love. make up your mind. “is it him or me,” he says. i apologize. my intentions were golden, meant for the skies. perhaps, my lofty ambitions cut me at the ankles again. broken but building, don’t you know i thrive in this state of mind. i rewrite and relive the same story over and over again because it fuels me.

everything feels new, but it has felt new once before.