There is something inside you humming in a colour too loud to ignore. Ideas to hatch and places to go. An endless buzz inside your mind, manifested into a vision board or many full of wants, wants, more wants. But the reality of the situation is that you were moving at a turtle’s pace and then made to feel okay about it. You thought this was it, this is you, and that’s fine. You've made it in the surviving-with-benefits sense. Then you were softened, shaken, astounded, and broken. You hitched ride after ride, carried one by one to the next stop not by a tech bro or guru, but by artists. One day, the train stopped and you peeled back the petals. Your name was on it, waiting for you to get on and steer, drive, fly, whatever you need to keep moving, because there is still something inside you humming, and now you know what it is. You asked for something to change, for some kind of momentum, a sign? You got it baby, now go.