the truth is these days are so deliciously full
when I sit out to think about words to capture it all
there is no language for this
just like there is no real language that
can ever capture love and all it’s many forms
or hate (for that matter)
you know what it is by
the way it makes you feel
I am drinking lukewarm matcha
music is playing
the sun is shining
I am realizing I can control
so little
but I can create so much