After all this time, it came with a gentleness which made me realise it had been there the whole while and I'd just needed to listen right. But my heart had been stiff with silence, and I'd heard my favourite songs too often. I thought I would find love within what I love. I forgot that stories are wild, fine-boned things that must be found in flight.* I'd needed a new song to teach me a new story that turns out to be as old as the world.
.* wild sky writer