Don't know what to do.
What to say.
What to feel.
I guess I've been left.
If you can leave before something ever really starts, or as we say "resolves".
It was in slow-motion.
And there were bursts of hope.
But...this seems clear.
I have my music again and my voice.
I count myself lucky for those.
I won't be able to shake the conviction that we could've done well for each other.
And I don't want to.
Because that kind of hope is why I keep going.
I'll worry about her.
But now I go.
Because that's the only thing I can think to do when actions have so repeatedly told me that's what is wanted.
But I'll worry.
"War is a forge that gives us meaning."
Make your choice.
- (no subject)