I would insert the saddest picture of myself on the stoop of my old apartment, the day I was leaving. But I will save the dramatics for a later date and time. This song has found me writing to stoops, street lights, and brighter futures. A wise soul let me know today that "everyone has a choice, and choice is power" Well I've removed myself from that stoop once upon a time, and I have the strength to continue to do so. If my brain continues to revisit it from time to time, it just reminds me of how strong I am- and hopefully will continue to be. I'd rather focus on that favorite day by the seaside.
