Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.