no feeling is final

thank god, or I wouldn’t know how to live with myself. thank god for rilke for having ever existed, and also thanks to my very brief emotional memory. I really don’t remember how I felt about something that happened days, weeks, or months ago, all the feelings blur together. (though the same feeling might layer on top of each other, like deepening riverbeds or lemon layered cake). if only life was that pleasant. just kidding! how boring would that be?! dear terror: I welcome you. #comewhatmay