I still drown in my mind. It's never the same in one place to the next, but still always the same. Tunes echo different chords louder or softer depending on whether or not we're in the same room. I come from a traveling home full of eccentrics. They taught me to be tolerant of myself and the seasons, to collect rocks from the riverbank and throw out my demons. Living with them I have learned to travel, to fight and to realize that I'll never be able to out run my darkness.
I can only fill it with light.