A closet I hide in is overflowing with my tears as I give up on all these years, hating myself because I have no choice but to put on a show. I’m exhausted. I’m defeated. I can’t get gone.

All I can do is close my eyes to this present nightmare and go to the loveiness in my recent past for a moment of warmth, watching the sun shine through my door, taking my hand, and leading me out of my dark abyss.

This song was my go to way back in Yuma when I was in love with a Marine. A favorite album reminiscent of the old me, when I was stron and free…