so there is no coming back from that
which is kind of terrifying

i keep thinking about all of the people
i have met going through life

and for some reason, wondering what
they must have thought

but i always remind myself that it
doesn’t matter, because yolo

and i also keep experiencing this
extreme catharsis

it is so freeing, and i keep having
to remind myself it’s real

like, i will see someone and remember
holy shit, i can be that

no one would care, no one would even
be surprised by it

in fact, people will be expecting it
now that i’ve made that post

so i guess it’s the age of the most
authentic marcus?

i am free to discover who that is
for the first time

or at least i feel free to do so
for the first time