I ache but when the music begins everything bad goes away at an instant and I can breathe again for just a minute, forgive myself for it, feel kindness. Be asinine without reservation, brave like a fool but ready to fall in love, maybe I'll even stop wishing for contraband because the hurt is gone and I can see light at the end of my darkest hour, just for a minute I realised that "no man is an island" and I am not blind to my own needs. Here's to an ℓP of empathy
and to adaptation at the edge of chaos; Julia, Mandelbrot.
Quote: Line Sixteen from Devotions upon Emergent Occasions [1624] by John Donne.