stumbling to the top of everything beautiful
oh yes, i do love this life
my trees are still missing, sweaty palms and grass-stained cloth
but we make it do
and I am here
satisfied and grateful
for these cobblestone streets
they provide the flights to the lands of youth
never stuck, but always moving
i am an explorer, musician, artist
contented

Come those months, there will be some nut-punching. nut squeezing. nuts ripping off of.

HEELLLLLL YYES