‘the year is 2214.. dusty hard drive.. write a note for the person buying it…’
Hold on, dear woodst.
The waves will be pushing against your heart, and you’ll feel the need to keep on your toes, and to keep the suit jacket on.
Who cares about the suit jacket? You know about the rainbow flag, and whatever the color of ‘madness’ is, hiding underneath, and maybe someone will see it some day.
But now is not that time.
I know you feel like jello, like too much water added to that strip of water colors you get from the dollar store, and you don’t know who you are now, and what you can manage runs across the canvas.
But you do see who you want to be.
So work on it.