my head is a fishbowl

Clarity is hard to come by on a cocktail of cold meds and steroids, but clarity can be hard to pin down regardless, I suppose. The last 6 weeks will reach their conclusion in a second story night club; Atlanta, Georgia. I will leave this tour with much more than I expected. I had hoped this moment was coming for a long time. This shift, this freedom, this reclaiming of old lives and incubating of new. Still, when the call came it felt unexpected, even rushed. Reconciliation of the past is something I’ve tangled with my whole life. It is the ghost in my home, the tumbling waves in the prints of my fingers. Strangely though, as I have unpacked these songs night after night, old next to new, like mingling strangers in dance halls across America, something happened. These people I have been, these lives so alarmingly separate, slowly merged into one.