Can I Start My Life at 30 Instead?

And if I arrive alone? So be it. If I arrive misunderstood? I’ll survive that too. I’ve already done worse.

I was meant to wander. To dissolve. To hide. To build an inner life that sustains me when nothing else does. I was meant to arrive when the room had emptied and the music had stopped and the real ones remained.

I want a life where timelines bend to my becoming.