Listening to new music, from a singer I've never heard of before... This is what keeps looping in my mind:
"I don't remember when we ran out of rope
but when we did, we lost all hope.
We just stood there, crying
that's what we learned about flying..."
(Emerson Hart, Flyin', from Cigarettes and Gasoline)
I have a lot of unhappy places. I knew that. Crying is good, at times, right?