i am home again.

and maybe have learned a tiny bit.

and maybe have fallen more in love trying to fall out.

and maybe have grown more stupid with lack of time for my own thoughts and overabundance of aromatic toxins.

my dad is in the same place.

working . and thinking about work . and thinking about how much he has to think about work . always

who is this lady? i can't remember>>>??

it feels like i have grown some patience.

i have

perhaps.

i have learned a lot from brently, about patience. , ^today,.

and the value of quiet, want of speech, want of noise,,

and i have seen people very tired . so sad tired, because their old selves are crushed somewhere behind lack of sleep

but then some are beautiful tired, from happiness in usefullness.

and people being given something, given gladly , and gladly receiving.

and that there is not shame in giving, only in conceit.

the two are not the same.

i talk about death too much.