I'm in one of those phases. Fazes. Dazes. For days. Want to get tangled up. Go-to comfort. Probably for the best I don't have it, but help me. I want to feel more. I keep wishing something would happen. And also, feeling nothing should. I feel too old and tired for starting over. And too young and wild for settling down. I'm grinning now. There's enough. Enough water in my glass, enough oxygen, enough fish in the sea, enough of me.
Here's to You.
Here's to You.
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