January 8, 2015
This is a comfortable hole I made for myself. Years from now I will remember this time of my life and cringe on account of how numbingly comfortable this place is. There will also be longing. But mostly I hope it would be an anger, an almost-swearing off of a time in my life wherein I made myself believe that this is all I could be, that there is nothing more to do to feel and be better. There are years that ask, there are years that answer, I want all my years to answer from now on please.