Living Loud

i don’t make memories, i renew my lease on time and call it a win. haven’t been on a spontaneous trip in years unless you count the time i blacked out in the shower and came to five minutes later with shampoo in my ears and a new fear of God. people only talk about living. but i think breathing counts, too. so does cooking dinner for one, doing the dishes, and getting out of bed when your bones say stay down. and it’s not less. it’s just not loud.