I didn't think this would hurt at all, but today I'm struggling to be vertical. Like an old school compass on its axis I can see the point but keep falling backwards. I don't know which angle to take anymore. I've been broken before, but now we're hitting the floor with such force.

And it hurts. I know we've been through worse, but it doesn't feel like we've been through worse at all. Cause when we fall without backup our life rushes past and all we can do is brace for impact.

I didn't think this would hurt at all, but I'm sensitive, so it hurts me more. I sold my soul to rock n roll, who didn't commit to their part of the bargain. La la la di da, la di da. I've been singing songs down microphones since I was sixteen in the hope that it would fix me. Nope! I still hurt.

We don't make our own luck, but mate we make our own stuff. We grow, still. I cannot stand still.

Mate it hurts.