Sometimes you find yourself doubting every goddamn thing. Big gods, small gods, all the ones in between.
Ever notice that everything hums, everything speaks to you? *Especially* mandarins.
Some days you're so broken you can't make sense of anything. Or find a reason. Or remember your faith. Adrift. (Just remember that the days you look around at everybody else who seem to have it all figured out - they don't.)
Lastly: no day ever gets worse by eating a cupcakie with a dear little face and sprinkle hair.
And days always end. Thank god, the days always end.