'what does life depend on?
... i wish i had made things for life to depend on.'

[extremely loud & incredibly close]

i think i am in the midst of realizing that it's ok, maybe even right & pure & true, to depend on things in life. that it is perhaps a demonstration of heart, and small expression of feeling.

more coming soon.. ? it's been a while since i have written reflectively.

maybe i'll write in the form of a story. it's becoming ingrained in my nature.

but for now, i'm missing a part of me that i am coming to depend on. or that i am realizing i depend on. the atlantic is a far separation, a leap my little heart keeps trying to make.

bangarang, rufio.