#serpas

maybe you’ll get a teeny tiny kitty cat who trusts you absolutely despite you being a big, clumsy ape. maybe you’ll spend quality time together learning how to make each other happy and comfortable. maybe one day she’ll lay on your lap and let her little chin rest on your wrist and look so at peace, so blameless, like if you offered her the entire world to choose from, she’d crawl back into your lap again and start making biscuits. and maybe, where there was once shame in stagnation, you can watch her little tummy rise and fall and feel a sense of relief about the passing of time and what you’re making of it: maybe it will assure you that every mistake you’ve made in a life half-lived will still leave room for these brief and wondrous moments of connection, where all purpose is eclipsed by a present and passing pulse of joy, and you’ll be grateful that you stayed long enough to bask in the light.

“why don’t you write more?” “why don’t you quit at the coffee shop?” “why can’t you come visit me 300 miles away?”