this photo breaks my heart.
into a million little pieces. like the sprinkles in that faux-book.
dropping sprinkles three feet above the table. they just pour out and bounce and collide.
each piece a fraction of happiness. and I'm desperately trying to catch them all with a toothpick.
it's not working. frantic.
and there are fractions all over. you can't put it back together.
I don't know why I'm nostalgic about it.
maybe I miss having to do nothing.
maybe I miss my childhood.
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