Writing

Who are we?

We are humans.

We are life.

We are death.

We are what mends the bond to the earth,

and what breaks it.

We are complicated.

Inside us all is a soul,

Woah.

I've been busy.

I haven't posted for 5 months.

I haven't opened the site for 5 months.

I have a good reason.

I promise.

I shipped myself to a New England boarding school?

Every year, December comes around again,

Like an old friend, 

One who you haven’t seen in a long time.

For many people, December brings happiness, and warmth.

My band conductor has always said that 6/8 plays itself -

it does.

It's easy to just play through but not if you think too much.

I grew up in 6/8

my life plays itself

yes I make mistakes

Author’s note

Chapter 11

2 weeks later…