Last night, I stayed in, and then went further - in. I was home and not speeding through it. When I moved, it was as if I were merely rippled through.
Music held down feelings lately uprooted by even the mildest exhalations, branches too often broken by the mere thought of gusts. Oh, audible paperweights - heavy, full, and soothing. You help summon my one superpower: nostalgia. You discourage my habit of unfocused leaps towards tomorrow’s unrelated lily pads. Thanks to you, I am able to savor these rare breaks where I allow myself to sink far enough into all that has been to remember that it is here I know best how to swim. Fully submerged, I found myself within a meaning completed on all sides - and for the short time (as it must be!) I could remain down there, nothing essential dripped away.
Rarely were primary sources so little in demand, and rarely have fingertips delivered so secondarily. I wasn’t reliving, I was reflecting in the manner of a painter signing an all but completed painting.
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