You were never perfect.
This music always brings me back to you. I write as if I'm changing the world. The music makes me feel invincible. My fingers burn as the words spill out once again. I promised myself I would never write when I feel like this. I'm still not broken. My reflection is held together by motifs and unfinished songs. Sometimes I fear I'll never reach the end.
There's something so beautiful about learning to fly.
Each time I fall back to earth, I am humbled.
You are no prize.
