MY LOVERS AND I/SAN FRANCISCO

as midsummer night blues rings in my ears,

"it felt so good, it felt so right, somehow in between a midsummer's night,"

I have been living in San Francisco since last year's August. When I return from my trip to the motherland, I will have completed a whole year and that scares me more than anything in the world right now. One whole fucking year already gone by, time is truly incredible. It has such a massive impact on how I view my existence now, because there are no guarantees anywhere else in life but thedefinitive  limits of time, time, time. I give into its fabrication many times throughout my daily life and that unsettles me. I don't want to be bound by time, but it controls the universe I live inside of. I cannot limit my mind to it, I cannot let it limit others. Where are we trying to go? 

In San Francisco,

my lovers and I are able to take up as much space as we want to stand up for. 

we are not scared, we are not afraid, we are not ashamed to be ourselves 

and own every fucking minute of it.

In San Francisco,

my lovers and I are exactly what the name insinuates, i am not looking for anything in particular and yet i feel so much? it's almost annoying to let someone/anyone

 occupy my thoughts, my brain power, my energy.

I need to set boundaries again with myself, 

because in San Francisco, it is exhausting to care. 

positive memories in San Francisco before my trip:

I love working with my students, they are bright lights trapped in locked treasure boxes.

I am dying to to open every single one.

wish me luck, internet.