That's really all it is. These days, Christmas is just another day. I don't know what to do about any of that. I don't know what to do. I wish I did. It would be nice to be able to figure all of that out. It would be nice to be able to fully just understand everything. But I can't. Not until everything can find a way to make some kind of sense. There's nothing wrong with that I don't think. But I just wish I had an answer to any of it, most of it, all of it.
Dreaming The Impossible