Everyday I am a broken king.
Last night I got super sad
while watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
Sadness happens.
Even the film Field of Dreams
hits different these days,
as a father and pseudo adult.
Happiness happens, too.
More often than not,
but it is quicker
in time.
I am a fereter of said relics
between both these chapels of immense emotions.