The untrammeled self. I’ll never know me without the retrospect. You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with; connected by cause and consciousness—synchronicities. You can be sure you love them but never sure they love you. Why is there always something to justify? It doesn’t get better for them, just worse for you. I replace why with for what. Forever is the most absurd of all words. They linger in my vernacular, their value held fast. I’ll never know me without the retrospect.