It's not just a singular chance for love, or for
a life more livable. It's a chance I want to be able to give myself to be happy, to seek and find the things in this life that will make it more
well-rounded. All these goals and hopes swimming like iridescent fish, striking the blue with their electric pulse.
Little goals
Go for walks in Audubon Park after work.
Drink more water.
Get more sleep.
Stop fucking blowing all my spare cash.
Big goals, the little scaries
Figure out where I am going to move to from New Orleans.
Look for the right job.
Prepare all my vital organs.
Make sure the Festiva can make it.
Rest assured that the time will, eventually, be right.
Allow myself to feel again.