Easy

Can't quite believe how quickly six months have flown past me, in a rush and a blur. Can't quite process all that's happened in the interim, both the large and the small, the wonderful and the awful. Sometimes I suspect that it might be easier to fall apart than pick it apart. 

So once again, I'll lean lazily upon the familiar: words from a song that simultaneously soothes and sears my psyche. I suppose that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

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I want my mind to pull me through;

Up until now, that's been hard to do.

But how could I know, how could I know 

It'd be easy?

I want my heart to stand alone,

To be the one that's made of stone.

How could I know, how could I know

It'd be easy? Easy as falling apart.

Woke from the sweetest dream,

Brought to the floor;

Robbed of the only thing

That I'm living for.

I want the sun to shine on me,

To show me the way and set me free...

How could I know, how could I know

That it'd be easy?

Easy as falling apart.

The farther I fall, the more I know

That I'm gonna have to let you go.

But how could I know, how could I know

That it'd be easy, easy...

Easy as falling apart.