growth_pains misstree the breaking of branches, it feels like, bits and pieces being torn away so that others can get sun, and it hurts but you growl and shove forward, into the light, and the bleeding will staunch, and there will always be a wicked scar to go with the grin and the gleam but when the gleam isn't flashing the wholeness will have healed. blech. brain_poop. 050606 ... sab scar, under the skin growth rings. i could have married her with growth rings we could have worn dresses woven from experiences and memories and sailed boats built of photos on seas of dreams she constructed a sail from the material of her situation and i forged a rudder from words of old and the moon shone down her big cheesy grin and we scooped the moonlight into vodka bottles and got drunk on rosy copper fumes 050606 what's it to you? who go blather from