How does one convince oneself that something one believes isn't something to believe?

This thing hurts like hell, but what did you expect?

Early days...

That quiet, exciting time learning who she was, by keyboard, distance and time. (Surfing in a Warm Industry - Kashmir)

Excitement, yes excitement, from a quiet soul. Love mixed with dance, mostly on the inside, that bred life into a tired soul. (No Cars Go - Arcade Fire)

A fall down the stairs, and a coupled need to care for the wounded one. Rapidly growing old together. (Such Great Heights - The Postal Service)

It's strange how, after such a long time, the habit to comfort, to take care is still there.

"A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for."

- John Augustus Shedd

In the early, early morn, someone leaves footprints while looking for all they can about you.

It may have been you, trying to keep yourself safe, private, but I don't think it was.

Within minutes, something sparks your eye and you are up, probably talking to that same person.

All before the sun comes up.

Please be careful.

It feels different now, not like then.

"I speak of the city built by the dead, inhabited by their stern ghosts, ruled by their despotic memory,
the city I talk to when I talk to nobody, the city that dictates these insomniac words,"

- Octavio Paz