I think we might need to fix the air

Broken records,

Stuck in a moment where everything seemed to be perfect.
Broken records cracked right through the album cover.
Broken, was cool & dry is warm & hot.
Broken, a hairline fracture in relationships.

Broken, a dot on the nose and a slash on the brow.
Broken, menthol on open wounds.
Broken sleep, now running at minus 42.
Broken a staccato uh-uh-uh-uh-oh.

Broken, where everyone sees it as priority # 7.

Us versus Them

In a much needed attempt to bring some perspective to my life, you asked me yesterday, "Some other people have it so much worse, don't they?". After a day long ordeal of being covered in all sorts of unmentionable substances, I don't really have an answer to that question.

Perhaps the toddler said it better than anyone else could:

"But this is my toy, this toy is mine."

The unbearable lightness of being

comfortable.