They say your 20s is the best decade of your life. That’s a lot of pressure.
In reality, your twenties are a time of freedom, confusion, and chaos. You try to do what you love, like everyone tells you, but what you love is exceedingly difficult to do. So you get stuck in a dead-end job that you hate, not advancing your passions in the slightest.
Poetry used to come to me so naturally. Maybe it was because I smoked weed and took acid, who’s to say. But the words don’t fall out of my fingers as easily as they used to. My mind is narrower now. Is this because I don’t do drugs anymore? Correlation doesn’t equal causation, but I think it’s a good theory. What do you think? Is my mind narrower because I don’t do psychedelics anymore?
Things We Forget 
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