Today

is a perfect day,
to make perfect
chocolate chip cookies.


Why does that phrase and 
everything reminds me of the lyric:
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

What a cliché thing to think, so often.
Cliché thoughts...even our minds are not free of our trite fears and insecurities. 


I miss making cookies. I used to make them all the time, and they brought so much joy!
But then I slowly stopped, and it's so hard
to get back to things you used to love.