this sliver of a deep love for... what? being alive? it crashed into me out of nowhere, and left with a lingering, tingly memory. a feeling represented.
i wish i could capture this feeling and bottle it up, where a scent of it will be enough to bring me back to this state. how i explain it? standing on top of the rubble of your house and feeling thankful anyway.
activity of the moment: revising the writing portion for the IELTS test. i do need training in formal writing, oh sigh.