i just finished watching Season 1 Episode 4 of the Sopranos where Tony Soprano's young son finds out for the very first time that his father is in the mafia. The last scene is so poignant and beautifully displays the first step, tear, inkling, break, LOSS of a childs innocence. The EXACT moment when the fabric of one's illusions starts to unravel.

NIGHT 3

hate my place. it's a dirty hippie frat house commune.

DISNEY MAIDEN

he says he'll come but doesn't say when.

i stand in my tower willing my hair to grow faster. i play games in there....choose your own adventure. do i take a wrong turn and fall off a cliff? i wonder what the disappointing reality will be.

so many suitors with the wrong sized shoes.

for a moment my tower protects me from pain when i look toward the sky and see that the sun has cast the shadows of clouds on the mountains. but all too soon an ill suited couple's mediocrity looks appealing.

i am floundering between dreams and resignation. in my tower i am not subjected to seeing people who are content

he says he'll come but he doesn't say when... my hair will be longer soon.