The Origin
For years, the pieces refused to fit.
A song. A scar. A prayer. A woman. A city. A dream. A loss.
Each one felt separate. Random. Broken.
Then the melody he wrote after the heartbreak
carried the same notes as the prayer whispered years before.
The pain taught him what healing would later complete.
The women became the colors. The cities became the rhythm.
Nothing was random.
It was all connected.