Why Today Matters Most.

Today, I broke my rule about getting out of bed before eight A.M., and since then, I have felt a wave of seasickness wash over me. The brewing rain resting on the charcoal island above does not boost my confidence that a wave might be coming my way.

My eyes want to deceive me, claiming that the blurred lines around me will hold and that all is fine. Now, I am loosely searching for Schumann's rope so I can pull all the planets closer for a waltz. Secretly, I still feel remorseful about killing an ant on my way to the bathroom, but I felt guilty enough to leave it a Band-Aid before continuing my search for words to fill the blank lines of my internal dictionary.

I needed to write this to contradict life, because if you’re reading this, I am still alive; the ant is not. Schumann never needed to do what I did today to prove he is alive. He brought grace closer to everyone's hearts in good faith, while I dwell in my guilt. Schumann plays, and I stay in place, dancing to the tides rushing from afar.