We love our bread. We love our butter. But most of all, we love each other!
Life is about watching trees billow in the breeze and warm bread paired with pats of butter and holding hands and swaying hands and being surrounded by beautiful shades of blue and green and being in a car and watching the world scroll by past you and how it continues to do so even when you're at a red light. Life is about sitting in wooden chairs and watching old lovers waltz and seeing babies with blush-stained cheeks play and grow before you and seeing neighbors and coworkers live their life through the peripheral of yours. It's about going through hell and sifting through chaos to find that your heart remains warm and beating and life is everything and nothing all at once. Life is pretending and building and breaking and turning. Life is knowing and unknowing. Life is your fingers tracing, your mother's wisdom, and the grace of chaos left to humble you after everything else tides over. Life is re-reading the same page over and over until you doze off and feeling like running away even when there's nothing to run home to and feeling the sun wash away the coldness of staying in for far too long and pulling at grass and picking at tree bark and saying please and thank you. It's the profound adoration you've built on and within the alter of your body. Life is a button on your blouse and a zip on your jacket. Life is made up of soft-hued baby blues and baby greens. Life is warmth and coolness to touch. Life is raw honey made to sweeten as much as it's made to soothe. Life is picking chips of bark off of a tree that you just barely met. Life is the stringent, fluorescent lighting of clinics and hospitals and the smell of unorthodox sanitation and corners filled with prayers. Life is the whooshing of fans and ticking of clocks drifting in the background of your daydreams. Life is how I feel when I think about how nice it would feel to intertwine swaying hands and walk around with you. Life is a lingering feeling that you have no choice but to sit with until it chooses to get up and leave all by itself because that's the option you can't give yourself just yet.
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