great green gobs of time and resurrender.

i'm growing like a poofball mushroom, and i'm getting more and more ready to shed my spore.

this tiny marshmellow of a person who struggles against my flesh, awaiting the ripe moment.

i breathe, i practice the art of belly, i try not to eat too much ice cream.

life moves faster and in slow motion all at once, and in truth,

i know my tiny speck of the sphere

will change forever 

in 87 days, give or take.

i'm not really going anywhere, i'm just moving to a different frequency

on the evolutionary dial.