reassembling

I've had a pretty bad week. Still, when you pick the pieces up off the floor sometimes you find things you've never known were there.

I wish things could have been different. And I demand the right to could've and should've myself into whatever corner pleases me, leave me that much.

The quality of affection is not strained, however. I guess I can say that things will be alright, and that there will be smiles to come.

That is all.