Sunday, May 15, 2011

Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving.

If my life were a book, these are what the chapter titles would be (size referring to exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution) :

Chapter One:  Colorado.

Chapter Two:  Moving to the Mormon State.

Chapter Three:  Spencer, and Growing Up.

Chapter Four:  Metal to tears, and how the Sparks Flew.

Chapter Five:  Summer.

Chapter Six:  Losing Faith.

Chapter Seven:  Independence.

And that's it.  You notice that Chapters One and Two included thirteen years, but Chapters Three through Seven were a little over one?

This is the time of my life that I will always remember.  I'm not sure if that excites me or if that scares me.

People, "the person", is a strange creature indeed.

Love, StarFish.

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