why i'm alive
By Grace Lara, '20
sometimes
when it’s 2 a.m.
and i’ve just watched a particularly
awful movie
or
when i’m eating ice cream with
my friends on a
september evening
or
when a book has
an ending that’s too good
because endings like that don’t
really exist (right?)
or
when that one song comes on
and suddenly i remember how it felt to sit
in the kitchen that summer with the door
hanging wide open
while rain slammed down on
the house
i get this feeling in my chest
and i know that the
meaning of life is to keep
going keep pushing
for moments like these
when i feel my heart constrict in such
a delightful ache
that i wish oh i wish would stop
even though i want to bottle it up
and save it for tomorrow
when it’s 2 a.m.
and i’ve just watched a particularly
awful movie
or
when i’m eating ice cream with
my friends on a
september evening
or
when a book has
an ending that’s too good
because endings like that don’t
really exist (right?)
or
when that one song comes on
and suddenly i remember how it felt to sit
in the kitchen that summer with the door
hanging wide open
while rain slammed down on
the house
i get this feeling in my chest
and i know that the
meaning of life is to keep
going keep pushing
for moments like these
when i feel my heart constrict in such
a delightful ache
that i wish oh i wish would stop
even though i want to bottle it up
and save it for tomorrow