the price is high

I still think the price for our souls should be high. At times I have sold mine for pennies: casting pearls before swine. My two oldest have some profoundly immense souls. Imbibed with the false sense of veracity. I have discussed before how often they fight. In these past couple years the escalation has been beyond my ability to repair. Their core differences are so vast that in these teenage years they have come to fundamentally diverge as humans. However, they did come together the other night in the form of Charly's fist meeting Deven's face. I suppose it was time. Soft kids man. These kids today remind me of snowflakes. Melting. Melting. She clocked him good

 the night of after an hour of icing

a couple of days later in healing