Twenties:
the junkyard of your life,

trash and treasure find you,
inevitably, you question ‘am I f—king up?’

you shift through your trash, his treasure, her trash, to find your treasure

at best, it’s an amalgam
travel light in the era of missing parts, loose screws, erasing plans

wallow in hope; don’t add difficulty to the life-long task of putting yourself together

preparation is a raft filled with holes

misguided predictions on what’s ‘round the corner, a tainted, unfocused vision, coalesces onto a canvas

Your treasure, indiscernible from your trash, piles up

Are you f—king up? Or growing?
Don’t stop to find out

“What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed? What if these deep thoughts was my last?” –November X Tyler The Creator