Flipping over every stone on the path back to the beginning, searching for clues, wondering how the trail lead here.
It’s kind of like I keep turning the dial, trying to find a radio frequency, or trying to remember a song, but all I get is feedback, all there is is static, all there is white noise.
And I’m not the white noise.
I’m the masterpiece, but when am I going to believe it?
When am I going to see that I’m the song that keeps getting stuck in my head? The one that’s been circling for years like an eagle, or a storm, and I’m the only one that needs to dance to this song, feeling the rain on my pores, feeling the thunder in my blood. I’m the only one who can create the place where my bones will dance again.