past mistakes have me questioning, how and what and who and if... but it's stirring slowly, it's beginning to mix...
i feel like a mermaid, swimming in the deep, between spanish guitar strings, in and out wet sun beams...

and i think to myself, how did i get here? on the stepping stones of dear friends kind words. a reassuring hand on my shoulder, a funny email. and i think to myself, here i go again, it's a merry-go-round. how i'm like a joyous child at the sight of a familiar face helping me dismount. and i think to myself, how did yesterday go away? how did soft feather wings get me at this slow flutter?