This is your chance.
the first time i saw you
a smile lit up the hallway already filled with light
I remember thinking “I want to be your friend,”
it was all just the beginning of the end
You are a bear lost in a forest, and there is an old woman with long gray braids baking pies for you, and your job is to keep following the smell of pie. That’s your job—learning how to keep turning toward what is most delicious to you.