i have a bubble in my chest
pop!, damnit!
(i don't mean a burp, i mean an explosion of emotional capacity; i can fix anything; i am going to be in love with everything for ever; i am going to go to moon; i am going to crunch on gravel! ON GRAVEL! i learned to ride a bike on the hill outside my grandparents' house, my cousin taught me. he was relentless, made me get up every time i fell and do it again, and when i finally fucking got it, it was beautiful! it was a gravel road, and debris was coming out of the scrapes i sustained for weeks, but it was so fucking worth it- the next week, there was a hailstorm and we rode in circles around the driveway until the stones got so big they were dangerous, golf balls plummeting. chester i love you.) we rode in circles.