End of day and brain is a swirl of confusion and hurt. Some days nothing works.
I'm feeling burnt out - no spark to re -ignite. In the ash pile my whole life lies.
Maybe I got it wrong. This day could be symptomatic of my tone deafness and I have been out of tune all the time.
But tomorrow I must try to find the melody again.
Out of the ashes rises the phoenix and his cry is harsh but true.
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