Every morning there are mountains to climb

I sit here calm and cheerful. Charming, even. It is only when my eyes inadvertently lock with the icy blues of the lady across from me that the lump in my throat resurfaces. This is kind of a big deal.

The cloud I carry has been torn open and from it heavy, silent tears fall. The sun still shines beyond, through it all. I know this because despite everything, I feel only warmth.


And so I breathe.
And I listen to Grimes.


Title lyrics taken from Grimes - Realiti