the number of
” ” desired
jokes actually understood
miles ran (shh… secretly walked)
texts (waited for, received)
wishes that coffee could be streamlined into bloodstreams
dreams left unsaid/unlived
i tried to count joy and sorrow, but i can’t. i tried to quantify two years of my life, tried to boil it down past words to numbers, to weigh disappointments and joys. i couldn’t. there is no way to tell this early what’s bad and what’s good anyway. besides, some things aren’t meant to be quantified or qualified. sometimes, you are meant to just live. just be.
i am. happy.