on the buried life-

with a bottle of red wine and freshly baked fudge brownies, they sat in an empty blue cottage, contemplating paradigms and the inertia of a life lived to the fullest. they spoke of how quickly life changes in an attempt to suss out the whole of each blessed chapter. he told her of his role models, four guys who aim to live what they call 'the buried life.'  she thought about this notion.

"to you who lives the buried life,"
                                                   she made a toast.

so much happened in-between multiple glasses of wine and two souls connecting. by now she knew how utterly probable it is to begin a love affair with another's heart. so she did, but only for the night. there are so many stories, and so little time to read them all. she had enough experience to know there is no guilt in starting. so she did, and so much happened in-between multiple glasses of wine and a love affair with another's heart. it is such a good heart, his.

sometimes a bottle of red wine and freshly baked fudge brownies is not just a good idea, it's the best idea. cheers to the buried life--may it be one worth recording.

But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;

—Matthew Arnold, 1852