everything will be alright.
i saw a girl with bony legs on the train ride home: legs so bony that her knee caps stretched her skin and showed up glowing white and i stared at them the whole ride and started thinking about all the things we are made up of and how easy it is for these things to break and how some of these things are unfixable and i stopped to take a picture of a sparkle-covered white owl in a bloomingdale’s window display and i thought “it’s already almost over” and then immediately rebuked myself for being so fatalistic but at the same time some other voice in my head said “but what else is there to be?”
