(written a bit back. worth a post)
easy to forget why i desire to live

not in one of those suicidal or morbid ways.

i mean forget the passions, the small points.

today was a reminder day.

i think it was something about the crispness of the air.

the atmosphere held promise

(funny that a texture could do that…)

and with windows down, and friends in tow

parliament in hand and sufjan to serenade

i felt alive.

and living felt good.

this reminder of existence, in its rawest simplicity, was inspiring.

and i’ve been gasping for inspiration.

(i want this feeling back)