I started a playlist and let it run. Songs of You, of This. Suddenly I am transported to another time and place. Where the sun shines eternally and everything is fresh and new. Friendships that seem destined, love that's just blossoming. And one glorious word encompassing all.
Possibility
Hunching my shoulders forward, I react gratefully to the melodies in my ears. Each one unlocking a hundred memories. Kind words, deep discussions, even tarot readings. My heart lurches hungrily, painfully at key moments, tunes, rhythms. Grasping memories that feel almost physical. They weigh me down and lift me up intermittently.
Comfort
I find comfort in the plucking of guitar strings, the beating of drums, the ever gorgeous hums of the cello. Each song I've heard a dozen, fifty, a hundred times. Each time feels like the first. I shouldn't be surprised. Spring is around the corner. I know what this means.
I'm twitterpated.
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