There has been so much shouting. I lost my words for simple things. With their steady refusal to stay. Or to be any one thing. Can give a sense of the world, moving. And for a moment it feels okay. Flying alone, against all odds. Is not a human thing. Not struggling or lonely or sad. Or how you can love someone. For so long, one way. Until you imagine them, erased. And your love has no choice. There are a thousand tiny things.

Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkle. Tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;. And friends just cant be found,. Like a bridge over troubled. I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water.