thursday

is there a reason for me to be awake today?

i will find it,

in the silent moving of dead flowers

a stream a hardwater running down a pebbled road

an empty gas station with an abandoned mitsubishi delica

or the smell of someone's kitchen in the evening,

slowly creeping through the windows 

and flooding into these quiet streets;

i'll find it,

there might be no reason to be moving forward,

but to be awake, only awake and alive,

is a gift enough