I broke the pattern. “I’m free” from the crippling repetitious cycle of lingering on the edge of completion. As if things being finished means it’s over.
Suppose I’m at the right place at the right time.
Or nowhere at all.
Nowhere at all.
“The Light” on Cate Le Bon & Group Listening’s Here It Comes Again instinctively plays in momentous sync; reaching for the lyrics in Reward.
Holding the door to my own tragedy. Take blame for the hurt but the hurt belongs to me… Bury the keys and get to work. You must die a little.