Notes on Restlessness

death and rebirth are inevitable themes in my life. health problems symbolize the transformation of self, disinterest does with relationships, and abrasiveness does with vocation. I leave people and places I love behind not because they're not respectable, but rather because they're no longer aspirational. it's sad honestly, to never feel content enough sitting still in perfectly good places. It could be willy wonka's chocolate factory and i'd still dream of dubai. and i'm not even "progress pilled," it's a genuine restlessness that stirs from deep within to fulfill a prophecy I am not even fully aware of. the universe is my guide and I cannot ignore it no matter how hard I try. but fuck it, bring it on.