"When young we think there will come one person who will savor and sustain us always; when we are older we know this is the dream of a child, that all hearts finally are bruised and scarred, scored and torn, repaired by time and will, patched by force of character, yet fragile and rickety forevermore, no matter how ferocious the defense and how many bricks you bring to the wall. You can brick up your heart as stout and tight and hard and cold and impregnable as you possible can and down it comes in an instant, felled by a woman's second glance, a child's apple breath, the shatter of glass in the road, the words, 'I have something to tell you,' a cat with a broken spine dragging itself into the forest to die, the brush of your mother's papery ancient hand in the thicket of your hair, the memory of your father's voice early in the morning echoing from the kitchen where he is making pancakes for his children."
-brian doyle
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I'm not sure what I'm awake for. I think it's just so I can delay and shorten the amount of hours I have to be awake for the next day. But it all balances out in the end doesn't it? Silly me.
Uniqlo with old cell, pool with old dawgs and dinner catch up with old clique was fun today. ha ha. I think I'm literally hard to get. Like how I tried being funny but the funny isn't that obvious?
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