Hello again, want to say that it gives me much satisfaction to have anything I write being read by people, so thanks stackers. I love it here. Last week I shared an older poem that I feel less connection to now, and I would have thought that would be the case for much of my older work. Yet this one I present today is different.

The young person that wrote these words was struggling to make sense of life. In the background of a few years, I think the truth of this poem has been working over me very slowly. I was projecting my life forward, to where I am now, and hoping I wouldn't stop taking signs from the colors of the evening. I was hoping I wouldn't stop being a poet, at that time feeling the pressure of career path like a death. And it's different now, but I haven't stopped. I want to tell you what peace comes from knowing yourself, even your past and future fragments, and correctly lining them up. To expect nothing from your future self, but trace out the lines you imagine growing into, then see your shape fill in those lines...it is powerful.

This poem is also cute because it's the future I imagined sharing with my partner. And in this I was also accurate.

"A hero with zero accomplishments," yep that's me. Thanks for reading!