this time next year this and this time next year that.
this time next year i’ll be somewhere different, living my best life, for real.
all the plans in my head have nested into things that maintain a permanent residence. not only do i feel unfulfilled but mostly just paused.
may the fear of never knowing be the one thing that won’t be around this time next year.
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