I think
The best metaphor for you
Is my little Honda that barely functions.
I poured time and money
Oil and sweat and passion
Into machinery nearly as old as i am
Just to get it to run.
Every time it breaks down
I instantly show up ready to fix it,
Pouring all my energy into it.
The thing is,
I spend more energy on it
Than the amount of joy or convenience it ever gives back.
We have a few good times every once in a while.
But then it’s another broken valve.
Another communication
vehicular breakdown.
-C.R.H. 3:03p.m. 2/27/15
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
I think
The best metaphor for you
Is my little Honda that barely functions.
I poured time and money
Oil and sweat and passion
Into machinery nearly as old as i am
Just to get it to run.
Every time it breaks down
I instantly show up ready to fix it,
Pouring all my energy into it.
The thing is,
I spend more energy on it
Than the amount of joy or convenience it ever gives back.
We have a few good times every once in a while.
But then it’s another broken valve.
Another communication
vehicular breakdown.
-C.R.H. 3:03p.m. 2/27/15
C.R.H. 3:03p.m. 2/27/15
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