All I Really Know

Nothing is forever.
All of the people who were so, so important five years ago and two years ago and one year ago have had their day and been replaced by new people, and that is how it should be. We find the bare mechanics each other disgusting. Why should we stick around for a lifetime?
I won’t be clever forever. Not when some days I come in and spend lessons making polos into the Loch Ness monster, and it is okay to hate people who always ask for essay help and don’t pay bills in restaurants because those people, they don’t even have a shot at being forever. Not even once.
And everyone will be dust someday. Even boys who cup your hands in both of theirs, and girls who are substantial yet as gentle as reeds in a breeze, and every shade of human in between.
I will be dust with them.

But if you add cocoa powder to flour and sugar and eggs and butter, you get a hell of a muffin.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s