Lay your weapons down

Fine, I'll humor you a little.

I invariably find myself reading W.H. Auden. When your soul is dry, you go back to poetry and it lifts your spirits a little. Rubs salve in the brittle cracks of your heart, even at the height of incomprehension. Like Housman said. Terence, this is stupid stuff.

And should someone ask, "Well isn't this some form of distraction so you don't have to address other emotions and issues?"

To which I would reply, "Ain't that the way."