11:11

You let it get to your head, the days, the freedom, the way the hideous glass monoliths of Williamsburg sing at sunset. There's a swing in your step that you can't shake but you assume you must be deluded somehow, it couldn't possibly be this unbearably light to be. A baby fell asleep in my arms today and I thought, that seems about right. It's August already, summer will be over soon, your youth will be over soon but you're shedding layer after layer of dust and other people's expectations on you it makes you younger than a chemical peel.

You wish all the time that you knew then what you know now.

But you know it now.

Start there.