i can’t tell you where i end and other people, spirits, forces, objects, souls and hearts begin. maybe that’s a boundary issue maybe i’m just lost but i’m not lost. i’m wandering, wandering. wandering. and i’m merged and i’m finding. i read a book that confirmed scientifically how much our personalities can change in our 20s more than at any other time in our life. i’ve never been good at coordinated swimming but throw me into a pool and i’ll doggy paddle for days. it feels like an ocean to be in the world right now, but hello water you give me life. i do need air. i know. i sure have to pull up to the land of school and work, but beyond that, it’s fine to roam free. even walking through the woods and breathing in fresh air, i feel waves around me. wild. i’m fine, it’s fine (and i totally mean that in nonsarcastic way + if you know me you know how awfully recognize sarcasm anyway blahahahah)