job i get, i want to be my last job
the next place i live is where i want to take root.
i am getting there. it feels like a cozy room filled with morning sun. i want to settle...relax...be okay.

i pictured myself driving by the walking girl that was me. it happened. i picture myself very close to wearing contentedness on my face. it feels as if it's happening.

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ps. i can now drive my car with the radio on! hehehe...