My dad is in a rehab for a few days before he’s sent home again. I may or may not be moving in with him in the near future… to look after him.

I’ve been happy.

Tonight, I’ve been happier.

“There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched you fall away.

Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting.

I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessings.

Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy

any sense of compassion between supposed lovers.”

–Tool: Schism