There is much to tell, and much to read, and not enough time to tell it, or enough time to read it, all. I can't say everything, and this perhaps is wise. Perhaps in saying everything you readers somehow devour us whole. But, I will give pieces; pieces that I want you to have inside of you. Chew with care.
The extreme ambiance of a home where decisions have been taboo. Welcome to tradition, mundane and beautiful and predictable, in it's angular way. It is hard to get around a square. Like cutting corners off a circle. I wish this square were jello, smooth and soft and easy to eat a hole in.
Book empathy. Feeling like an orphan girl raised in an abusive home and sent to a slummy girls school where emotion is supposed to be resented. Rising above it all and marching into the unknown! What a strange sense of helpless ire, stirred friendship, and butterflies. I feel like an emotional pogostick.
Negativity, thrust at you like a spear destined for something vital; transforming it into the marshmallow of understanding and cutting it in fours to be served with conversation.
Finding Nirvana, Sublimity, Peace, in the home of understanding.
Love is refracted in the facets of crystal blue souls, both of them, staring at me.
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