When you're built soft on the inside, you crumble sometimes. The biscuit left out of the jar, becoming dry, brittle, insubstantial. Tasteless.
It seems oddly ironic that one could build an exterior of strength, that being strong seems strangely easier than being weak. And sometimes, I'm grateful for the exterior - my exterior of hard logic yet deeply humane - it becomes a scaffold whereby you can once more pull yourself up from the inside, and move on.
Posted by sniffles at March 07, 2002 10:16 AM