I don't regret having a child, but wonder if, in my search for normalcy, I've done her a huge disservice.
My presence here feels like a double take, like fading star trails in the morning sun.
The worst thing now is how easily I can feel who I've been before, before I was me, whoever that is. How they press on me! I can feel the influences of those other souls in the inspirations I am receptive to, and I will soon join those poor souls.
Will anyone remember me? It is a curious thing how people can more readily recall the past than the present. I feel this is my fate. Maybe I'm just being optimistic. Maybe it's hubris.
Maybe my fondest wish is to leave a few unfinished songs around.. maybe someone who can keep their feet on the ground can finish them, make them popular, make them poignant.
Even one.
Even one.
