minalisms

…to return to my hometown has been overwhelming as of late.

It’s like something snapped the other day after a couple correspondences with friends. I was California dreamin’. Now my steady job no longer matters; St. Louis affordability no longer matters, and exploring unfamiliar turf doesn’t either.

Love, however, matters.

My life feels suspended.
My future looks scary.
My ambitions … I can’t find.
This is me at 28.