singing along...

[iconoclasticity]

There was a time before when I would sing along with the radio when driving.

I watched my life drip away like a melting ice sculpture.

Exquisitely crafted, but not made to last.

I should have caught each drop...

It's astonishing how things creep up behind you.

It's how the most insidious crises are born.

Mountains are becoming valleys as the world sits silent...

I would put together jigsaw puzzles as a boy.

Sometimes I'd make my own piece if one was missing.

I need a corner piece now...

I sang on the way home today.