Jun 4
there will always be a calling with your name on it. always. maybe not today. maybe not next week. maybe not while youβre sitting in that uncomfortable posture staring at the your screen, disassociated, mourning the person you used to be at 17, back when the future felt ENORMOUS. but eventually something will tap you on the shoulder and youβll have the epiphany: a book or a person. some city. could be the literal wind before a storm, a random stranger smiling. a patch of saturated light on the floor.
but eventually something will look directly at you, itβll hold you by your face and lock eyes with you and in the most electric way possible scream at you: βYOU NEED TO GET UP. WE ARE NOT DONE YETβ
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