When writing about deep emotional trauma inflicted by those we should have been able to trust it helps to keep abstracting until there are no emotion words left, only the images they evoked.
A few years ago, memories of some childhood trauma surfaced and messed me up for a while.
Music is a safe way to rage at people.
capo 4
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Am water wears away the stone G endless flowing flowing on and on river wears it to the bone stone wears the water when it’s gone Am salty simmer underneath the lid there’s a sun up in the sky |
greyest cloud is water and dust beyond the cloud the sky is always blue all the trees and plants and flowers trust colors of the rainbow are all true there’s a sun up in the sky water wears away the stone there’s a sun up in the sky |