Challenge
Any Old Thing
Find one of your old scraps; one of the disheveled thoughts jotted down half-formed or too embarrassingly honest to share. You know the ones, the dismissed, discarded bits and bobs written in the margins or napkins. Rescue one and give it new life.
The River
I think you know that letting go of your hand is the only chance I have of suriving the mighty current. I think you know it is yours too. I think you know that when we finally let go, the rushing water will pull us in seperate directions. I think this is river is harder to manage together, I think you know we are sinking each other. I think I will loosen my grip and give life to my lungs once again.