it keeps happening

evelyn masso

i spend a lot of time feeling
like i need to go
move out of the city
ghost my friends
drive to the beach
get out of this room
vacate my skin

and somehow i am still here
somehow i am still seen,
my friends keep loving me
my plants keep growing
i keep cooking and eating

how is this possible?
how does it keep happening?
how must i not be broken?
how am i given this much love?
how is there still time?