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Every song he wrote had been about her

2 September 2015


It whispers to you as you go, tempting words like Should, and Always, and Never, that promise security and certainty.

“You should be this.”

“There will always be time for that later.”

“Never enough.”

“This will make you complete.”

And you choose it, the bad path, or you let it choose you. The one where you mindlessly react, the one where you don’t feel your own space or your connection to others. It’s an old thing trying to protect you because that’s what it was made to do.

But the choice is made moment to moment. Each breath is a new chance for awareness. And some moments, you see the flowers bloom, sun shine, and birds chirp, and how everything changes, nothing perishes. And how maybe you have a little more to write after all.

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