I am old in a young body.
I am young in an old body.
I am carefree and beautiful,
deficient and stuck.
I want to throw it all to the wind
and I want a mortgage.
How can I be in two places at once?
How can I be one person wanting something else?
What have I done so far?
Is there anywhere but here that I would be better at being myself?
Is it true that I am here right now because I need to be? Because the universe is bigger than me?
Or is there somewhere else I should be?
I am a tornado. I go deep in place and then spread out.
I am not winter. I am not spring.
Is there a better place for me?
I don’t think I believe in fate anymore.
Except that we’re in charge of our own.
And the next right step is forward in any direction.