our children are not the orgasm of life
i wouldn't put that kind of pressure on them
children ARE life!
they flourish under attention
they wither under neglect
they occasionally scream at you and cause shit
and most of all,
they cause you terror at the thought of losing them
romance is the orgasm of life
the rabbit on the track
pulling us around the corner one more time
displacing from our minds
the burden that comes with winning
and the pain that comes with losing
