Today’s entry is the cover art for an open letter to my first-love, because The misery of the first two days finally paid off. Both My creativity and productivity went up significantly after I made an adjustment to my routine. If you’ve been following along you might have noticed it. If you haven’t, don’t fret, I’ll be writing about it after a few more days Experimenting.
Being the robot that I am I never told my first love that I love her. Not until a decade later anyway. Until that moment I only ever told her in bits and pieces over the course of a distant but intimate friendship.
I don’t know how many times she asked me to write her something, but there was never time. The truth is I was too afraid to make the time.
To afraid of the words I wouldn’t ever be able to take back, words that I thought would be safe with me. Safe from fading away or being forgotten.
Words that were owed and never received.
Living on as a debt left unpaid.
Today’s addition to the play list is also a dedication— Pacific Air – “Float”