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.
The Light by Cate Le Bon & Group Listening — instinctively plays in momentous sync. Suppose I’m at the right place at the right time.
Or nowhere at all. Nowhere at all.
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