the best days are the busiest, the days where there is no rest, constant movement, one thing onto the next, not stopping, no thought, just being, selfless, no introspection, just being, a father, a lover, a gourmand (where the heck did she pull that one?), just moving, pure and unadulterated
a good day this day, not thinking.

at best, i am a fever dream that people wake up out of and are glad to have recovered. at worst, i am a thick infected piece of their lung they’ve coughed up and are embarrassed for having done so.