being alive means being embarrassed and making mistakes often and being simultaneously restless and sluggish and being surprised by glimmers of hope on random weekdays and forgetting things, remembering them, and falling in love again and again and again
had a plain slice w a dear friend and omw to catch the bus, i felt peckish so i got a garlic knot and i ate it, letting the oil drip down my fingers, the sauce paint my mouth. wiping my hands on the backs of my legs, i thought, after whats felt like the worst month ever, im alive