4 AM. Awake, at turns amazed and disturbed by the inconsistencies in my life and in the world. Overwhelmed, by beauty and by ugliness and by my inability to fix it.
Somehow, art and music recover my missing piece. They resurrect my soul.
"I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside."
"and miles to go before I sleep...and miles to go before I sleep..."
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