Out of breath?

I forgot how to write, read, laugh, talk, and dance at the same time I remembered that my significant other was waiting for me beside the yellow winding steps that I forgot to sweep the day before yesterday that also happened to be a Sunday before the Easter Sunday that I was so looking forward to after a terrible thanksgiving filled with chocolate and little mini candy cupcakes that had no taste when you bit into them, but did when you covered them in homemade cheese dip that was left on the counter from the burglar that breaks in sometimes to raid our refrigerator and replace all our ketchup with homemade jams and jellies that we have been hesitant to eat because of fear of poison, but unable to stop because the sliminess and creaminess mixed in together is a heavenly reminder that life does have something to give and that we are all, in our way, hesitant to take initiative, work hard, and push our limits beyond everyday life where it is cushiony, warm, and full of noticeably predictable outcomes if we go in the direction that sets us on the path of the luxurious success that is certainly not available to everyone, but that everyone can strive to achieve even if it means being chided about living your own life.