I wish I could write. I’m trying, but the words get tripped up in the language center of my brain and refuse to cooperate, like stubborn snotty children stomping their patent-leather shoes and screaming at the pediatrician.
when I feel lost and broken, sometimes the only thing that keeps me going is my music, a living legend’s raspyhoneyliquid voice pouring over my aching heart like a big sticky suffocating hug. aural unconditional love.
ring the bells that still can ring,
forget your perfect offering.
there is a crack in everything,
that’s how the light gets in.
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