“you know you can’t keep letting it get you
down and you can’t keep dragging that dead
weight around. is it really that much to lug
around. better run like hell when you hit the
ground. when the morning comes.”

it’s funny that when everything seems to
be going wrong, when i’m so far lost in the
woods that i’m not sure which way is up,
that it’s then and only then that i can hear
myself breathe and i hear my mother inside
my head telling me over and over again that
this too shall pass. yes, this too shall pass.

“can’t stop those kids from dancing but why
would you want to? especially when you’re
already getting good? ‘cause when your mind
don’t move then your knees don’t bend but
don’t go blaming the kids again. when the
morning comes.”