Because sometimes I wish there were a book for this man
It sounds a lot like self advocacy
Like saying the same thing over and over again in the hopes that someone will hear you...and maybe that someone's yourself
So it sounds like a broken record
It looks like a lot being multifaceted because sometimes you're a therapist and a critic, grace and wrath, hype person and the mellow in the loud
It appears like the wisdom instructing you to duck off to regroup
It feels liberating yet lonely like when you finally delete the # of that person you have no business talking to anymore
It warms like an old fashioned going down and it stings the way your eyes do sometimes off of lack of sleep
Yet it appreciates like the baby who knows no better than to love unconditionally
I call them my twenties