wild:

I watched a movie with spies and seduction and beauty so raw it was painful. I came home, the music singing out of my hands, to find company, friendship, waiting for me. I drank elder-flowers and vodka and champagne, one after the other, heedless of the consequences. I sank into the voice my Roses bore once. I tried to sing and found the world was too busy dancing to care much.

Those moments--when I shake the cobwebs off my rattled life, and raise my pale-blooded head high--they are the reason that I move forward. The next time I lack confidence, I have only to draw on it, to touch that night and revere it, like a prayer or a worry stone.


I am tired of being ordinary, so I shook that off, too.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jzDnsjYv9A


That'll work.