And by the time doubts and sadness came back out, you had your groove back. It’s all about the spirits you pour in it. Here’s the thing, I’m an emotional star. My light is bright and bright it shines, even when enfolded in doubts. It’s a contradiction how I find solace in solitude. Or so I swear by. Nobody but myself can put me together. Drop me in the desert and I’ll survive. Though some days I’ll cry out for company, I know I’ll survive. Sometimes I’m just mad that everything stays but nothing lasts. Or is it sad that I am? Mad and sad; sad and mad. Don’t try…