Ah the decadence of self indulgence... but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses... no it's more ragged and scummy than that. Oh well, I live in an estuary brackish with both the old programming and the new.
Only way through is through the storm, right? But there is something just over there, yonder and I can breathe more easily some days. Some days there's so much space that I vacillate between feeling the vast chasm, clawing and clamoring to fill it. Others, just reveling in the delicate elixir that is freedom of movement. Or so I remind myself to do on the days when the old programming wins. But today is not that day. Today is a middle of the sidewalk, sit your ass down and just nod kind of a day feeling the eddies of warm and cold waters - so like the gulf of our youth.
In the estuary, the old - salty and indulgent to the nth and the new? It's clean and equally indulgent but this time? Right side up and Wolf Alice is seeing me through.
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