And here we are to sing you a song
This little box waiting for the text has been my mainline of sanity for months now. Thoughts I can't keep track of, there's so much in my head. It's nonstop, and I feel like I need to put it down, to keep them together, maybe for something to look back on, maybe to just get it out. I haven't "written" anything in months. I don't desire to right now. I don't feel I'm in a place to do polished pieces. Raw, that's where I'm at.
Since New Year's Eve, sitting here while the girls were getting ready. Ender by Finch. Not even for the lyrics, really. But the music, the sound, the goosebumps it gives me. My anthem for the year. Hopeful and heartbreaking and it just moves me, every single time. How it sums up everything. How it's just how I feel, how I see everything. I can't explain. So let the song do it for me.