Thoughts Strung Into Poetry

I'm spending the time reminiscing, and wow. Everything in my life has lead to this EXACT MOMENT. I'm cooking pasta at 2 AM with a smile on my face and music in my ears Warm pajamas and hot tea beside me, maybe worn a little too long I have friends, best friends, people who love me I haven't had a single suicidal thought in MONTHS. Despite everything that's happened, in this moment, I'm content. Maybe it hasn't all gone according to plan, but things change and adapt. There's not a problem in the world that could weigh down this feeling. Maybe I'll forget to water a plant tomorrow, but it'll survive. Maybe I'll forget the line to a poem, but I'll write new words. Maybe I'll sing offkey to my favourite song a little too loudly, but my voice will ring out anyway. Whatever, I'm alive and I forget and I make silly mistakes, that's alright. Everything leads to everything in the end, a big circle of fortune, misfortune Embrace it, let life live you And when you're awake at 2:28 AM on a weeknight and time doesn't feel real, the only thing on your mind is the timer on the stovetop, keep living. Maybe you don't know what you're doing, or what lead you to this moment, but that's alright. Nobody knows. That's the 'big secret.' The best thing we, as humans, can do is learn it and love it. Slow ride and look at the scenery, 'cause that's what everyone else is doing. But, every little thing AMAZES me beyond belief. I'm ALIVE and I'm BREATHING and nothing tastes better than cheap spaghetti and cold coffee and that's just. That's wow.