20 and 332 days
I want freedom. I want the unconventional. I want the experimental.
I want to return to days where I wanted to be on my own for 24 hours and actually was.
I long for variation. I long for construction but without structure, for conception with no boundaries, for a state without demands. Yet still somehow, I find comfort in the familiar and I find exhiliration in the unknown.
I don't even make sense to myself most days.
"Most people's dreams die by 21."
June 11.
I want to return to days where I wanted to be on my own for 24 hours and actually was.
I long for variation. I long for construction but without structure, for conception with no boundaries, for a state without demands. Yet still somehow, I find comfort in the familiar and I find exhiliration in the unknown.
I don't even make sense to myself most days.
"Most people's dreams die by 21."
June 11.