had a long talk with fox yesterday that struck some chords. for lots of reasons. seeing things clearly. running into it. if its crystal, it wont break; but if its glass, its going to shatter.
bleeding hearts and a mess.
hes worried about me. i'm worried about me. worries all around.
the brotherly instinct, not so brotherly.
something else, and get in queue.
but,
nevermind.
why did you have to go adventuring this weekend? and you had to go there. youre killing me.