hey hey hey, the end is near.
my heart is broken, and I wake late in the night/early in the morning and I am still and alone and in the darkness. this morning I found an old recording I made a couple of years ago, heartbroken then for same and different reasons. I am finding my way back to music again. it has always been the salve. it got lost for a while in the junk drawer. but I am ready to heal wounds I gave myself. I am ready to be the cure. I am singing in the car, I am writing songs in my head. I am listening to my own voice in the pale blue space between sleep and awake, and it is putting pieces back in place. I am a singing bird in the cage, but the cage door is wide open.