could I change it if i wanted, could i rise above the flood?
this time it was somebody else who put me here, unexpectedly. this head space that perhaps we can never completely outrun.
this time it was somebody else who put me here, unexpectedly. this head space that perhaps we can never completely outrun.
"I'm deaf and it's deafening." he wrote.
it's october - again - so i should have expected it. but somehow i never do. there is always another corner where i didn't sweep.
and while the heart of life marches on so brightly, and while blessings that i never deserved still fall like rain, and while i am set free indeed... those corners no longer haunt, but they still exist.
