when i write, i write exactly what i'm thinking in that moment.
two months ago today, on january 19, i wrote what i was thinking.
that night, my thoughts were a description of what i wanted.
i didn't know who, when, how, or where. i just wanted something different.
but i wrote it, without any expectations of it actually happening.
i read it today.
and surprisingly, unknowingly, it's every single thing you are.
you are someone different.
