_Episodic for the living_ When I think of myself in dastardly ways, I find myself in this innate push and pull. For any healthy, well-adjusted person too. I feel we all struggle to find some semblance in a world we were never meant for. With the wicked & the cruel, are we meant to be alongside them? - or are they any different than this moral grandstanding I do here. Maybe. But, we are all still the same, I've decided. Maybe in time my cowardice can fade, and my stories will come to a fruition, where they belong. Because without our searing honesty...what are we? Certainly not human for sure The mistakes we make, even the righteous ones we hold onto. I know I've held onto mistakes for so long - they turn me inside out in the end. I know too, I've told lies for so long that...they never become truth, no matter how many shellings I try to fire...and that is something I've only recently learned. How those words compound onto one another, and at first. The little white lies seem so innocuous, and they very well may be. But, What starts as a simple word to never correct, morphs into my amalgamation of mountains, where everywhere I turn, the summit seems higher, and higher until... Until there's nothing left, and those lies, your quick false remarks leave you underneath that summit. Only this time, with not a soul to sherpa you to the peak. That's the simple task only you can conquer, one where I pray I'll see _you,_ at the peak, all the same. I wrote an instrumental trying to decipher what it is I was feeling, and I still don't know, truthfully. All I do know is it's important to share, just as it's important to _keep going._ Be well for it, -Alice