We are not thinking the same things. You should know that. I’m not here for that anymore.
I picked up the guitar, and my fingers remembered. To flatten and stab, to pull off and hammer on. I would ask them where they’ve been but I’m gaining confidence in just letting them go. They are going.
Attention seeking is true. And the world’s mostly shy. The places I will go now that I’m not tied to that rock and that…