more on being twentysomething.

"How do you want to feel, right now?" she asked me. Good friends can be so knowing.

"I want to feel content and fulfilled and satisfied," I told her. I nodded, sure of my answers.
 

And then I drove home. And like all good solo car rides down the highway at sunset, I woke up a bit. My eyes got a little teary and my heart got a little more open and I began talking.

Fuck that, I said out loud. Fuck "content" and "fulfilled" and "satisfied." I am so done with those words.

The sky opened up before me and I turned down the radio and it was just me and my voice. I am so done with those words.

I want to feel
 

     WILD

 

        SUCCULENT

 

           DANGEROUS

 

              DELICIOUS

 

                 EXHILARATED 

 

                     ALIVE

 

                        ON FIRE

 

                           PRIMAL

 

                              VISIBLE 

 

I am 25. I am done with anything less.

I am done with anything less.

I am done with anything less.


And so I ask you, too: how do you want to feel, right now?