oh the glory that the lord has made./the complications i could do without/when i kissed you on the mouth.

Nico tells me that muck is good, and muck is good to remind me how this is perhaps the hardest thing I have experienced. This isn't an apology, but some background exposition as to why my last three posts have been lyrics, quotes, unreadable trains of thought. I will try harder. I learn I make mistakes, Every day gets a bit better, one foot in front of the other. I'm being enveloped in hugs, I am eating frosties, and I get a few phone calls a day. The little moments kill me, but I know it will be okay and I will grow and grow and grow.