And now the loops are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Muted chimes find the beat
–Maria Taylor “Song Beneath the Song”
It feels like I can breathe again.
It might be the rain, or the fact that I’m lying on my bed listening to it. Or just that I have nowhere to be except here right now. I have nobody to be with right at this moment but myself.
There are times when I long for moments like these. When the light, and the pace of everything is right, is blended into now. When the words flow easily. When I have time to think what I am thinking, and to think about thinking about something else, just because I can.
I can fall asleep now, if I want to. Or lie wide awake, just the same.
It’s the middle of the week, I’m in love, and it’s raining.