I’ve imagined what it would feel like to burn my old journals …pages filled with lamenting and despair, complaints about poverty, heartbreak, and problems that once felt impossible to escape. But they’re pieces of me I can’t quite part with. Destroying them would also mean losing some record of the person I was, and the person I became. I guess I can burn them in the art instead. [Pre-Chorus] I could light a match and watch it fade But I’d lose the girl that I became [Chorus] So I’ll burn it in the art Leave the ashes in the dark Every word I couldn’t say I’ll set it free another way Burn it in the art Still image created with Midjourney v8.1, June 2026, from text to image, then animated and looped. Song created with AI using Treblo.