Lillet

Come morning, I wake late, head heavy. The air by the river is already warm, but clear now, the water blue, like a perfect summer day and you want to explain to your to do list that this is not a day for work. Maybe none of them are. The idea that one could spend ones days only writing, only going on long walks and dreaming, you remember now the delusions of your youth. In the bar, she speaks of not wanting to close herself off, not to be done growing. You want to agree with everything, want to loudly appreciate how she always paved the way for a future you envisioned. She asks if you have any thoughts on your upcoming day and you know you should. But your life was always a crisis, your life was always a step behind. More importantly, your life was always trying to figure out how to break free. 

You do not need a socially constructed milestone 

to want to live 

Better.