She watched the rain kiss the window and realized that thoughts would never form themselves into landscapes. That love had no legs to run itself into her head on. That wealth can’t fit in a bank account. That life, the messy, middle school food fight kind, isn’t an alley she’d find one day by shortcut. She realized she’d never been broken to the point of finding all her pieces and so she still had no idea what held those pieces together."
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly — ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.
By James Joyce
Seems just about everyone is:
2 cups of sad
A dash of happy
Someone tell me if you find the original recipe.