Another day of lapsing judgements. Another day of different intentions. Another moment of music making memories of ideas I didn't pen, or kept as secrets on my bedroom shelf. I am angry with the thoughts I keep from her, and it is difficult and wrong to shoot their arrows at her when she offers me so much with her company. But I need guidance to get me through, and more than anything she is my closest friend. I am finding footholds where my own well-being wins for once. Some faces I call friends, some enemies, and some don't answer the phone.
It's always better looking back. Now I have an unintended chapter: Winter, 2010, that my heart turns to for proof.
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