A Familiar Dance
I don't want to write tragedies with my steps, but those are the ones I know. The rhythm and cadence of that music is what moves me, what I move easily to. Everyone has said the way - the steps I take now - possesses the familiar character. Everyone predicts tragedy. It doesn't change how I feel, or help my difficulty understanding its end. Therein lies my hubris, I want it to work. Regardless. It is possible, if unlikely, and I will be an adult about the consequences.
I try not to hold my breath. But I do.
I want to crawl back into bed. Today was a good day.
Currently Listening: Basia Bulat - Heart Of My Own
Written On: iPhone