the old ways won't work

a jumble of lettering

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It was Spring, I think, or late Winter. What’s the difference, really, on the east coast? I dropped my phone into the Hudson or something equally as dramatic. I wanted to be non-contactable. I thought this move might fix me. I wanted to say no. Wanted to choose and not be chosen. Wanted to kill my budding resentments. Wanted to move down South to be the new, embodied me.

But all that occurred was

Well, what they don’t tell you is

everything travels with you - the past, the story, the scaries, the limits.