Today I finished my first full-length, lyrics + instrument song. It has verses, a variable chorus, a beginning, an end, a middle sufficient enough to call it full, and it lasts about 4 minutes 25 seconds. I've written countless half, quarter, tiny songs, melodies, and all too terrible of things to actually call songs. This one is different, and I finally got the closure I've been working towards for basically years now. I play parts of songs on each instrument I have, never finishing, never really starting, just jumping into chord progressions.

I was going to go to bed long ago. Then I started listening to a song I haven't heard in awhile. I know I can learn to play it on the piano, but the house doesn't stir enough to make playing music on the apparatus fair game. Today, or this week, or some hour around now marks 3 years of my beloved dog Lucky's death. I shared 17 years of my life with her and to this day I still open the door to my mother's home slowly, waiting for her to wag her little self around it's edge and paw my legs, squirming so. She doesn't.