Through the creative formations of some of the most talented musicians, poets, tellers of truths, I hope to stay afloat. These strings, ropes of hope, I clench to. On any other day I would walk by, but today I stay. Earnest.
When coming undone can seem so harmless is when I realise there are ways to let go. Parts will disappear so that something new can grow. For them much like for me.
There are 154 new ways to live.
There are 154 chances of seeing the beauty in this world.
There are 154 different juxtapositions of words and tunes that all sing of the despair and the love and the marriage of the two that almost always ends in pain.
My heart is still beating. How ‘bout yours?
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