Toast Houses

People who live in toast houses should not throw butter.

So if you find something that is the best,
what happens when it gets even better?

I am at a loss for words with this picture.
I am sitting here smiling at its perfection.
It is two toast houses that are separate.
Separate and complete and they each stand.
I just realized I am so tired I can't think.
I wanted to write things that spoke about this.
About the joy of being able to be whole.
About taking parts that are given to you to build something.
I'm not talking about possession or manipulation.
I'm talking about the joy that love brings.
I'm talking about what it feels like to be accepted.
About what it is to explore willingly with another.
About what it feels like to question things.
How it feels to look at yourself in wonder.
How it feels to do things differently.
And evaluating if those new ways are better.
In my case, they are much better.
Buffy freaking rocks and it has nothing to do with toast.
Even when toast turns into life messages.
So I guess I did write something after all.
It is mostly babbling out of sleepiness.
It's too late to change it though.
Good night everyone.
Sleep well your in little toast houses.