Today, I listened to a song I normally wouldn’t.
When it came on, instead of skipping it, I listened as if I were a student taking down dictation.
When I asked myself why, the honest truth was, “I’ve reached the scene where this theme now belongs in my story.”
It’s humbling, and once again, I am reminded that I am but mortal.
So, I will paint the walls of my room with the colors of my heart and stare at them in the light, so I always see my soul.
