I'm sitting on the couch, eating frozen grapes, watching Seinfeld, and wondering if I should be guilty enjoying myself so much.
Maybe this is all there really is to life.
Maybe a small moment of contentment is worth everything else.
Maybe this small moment will come crashing in.
But for now, I don't care. Seinfeld is funny. The grapes are sweet and cold. The couch is a little hard, but comfy enough.
Maybe it's me that's not comfy.
Maybe the grapes are too sweet.
Maybe Seinfeld isn't funny.
No, those things aren't true.
Grapes fill my stomach. Muffin tops fill my brain. My ass fills the couch.
Today, life is sweeter than the grapes I'll be buying tomorrow.
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