You fell asleep and a monster crawled from out of my head and found its way under my bed

I see your face, your smile and poetry comes flooding out of a heart that can't love you anymore...

I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.

But God has also given us the power to forget, so that when the tragedy is over we carry on as normal.

Rehashing the past wouldn't change anything. Time to move forward.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.