Thwe worst thing that ever escaped from Pandoras box wasn't the ills, the toils, the sickness it was the cold nothingness of indifference. When do you realize that it's time not only to close that box but to padlock it as well. When it costs more than it tastes a good answer should be but it's never enough, it's not over until it's over says that little voice of hope from a small crack.

I am what I am, how I put myself together. Chafing, clunky and in need of oil. It's always hard to pick it up and with tiny people in tiny boxes all in my head.

But I have pancakes. Nanananana.