He is watching the music with his eyes closed. Hearing the piano like a man moving through the woods thinking by feeling. The orchestra up in the trees, the heart below, step by step. The music hurrying sometimes, but always returning to quiet, like the man remembering and hoping. It is a thing in us, mostly unnoticed. There is somehow a pleasure in the loss. In the yearning. The pain going this way and that. Never again. Never bodied again. Again the never. Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving. A humming beauty in the silence. The having been. Having had. And the man knowing all of him would come to an end.
vanessa. boring and inscrutable. satirical and opinionated. sardonic but innocuous.
enigmatic and taciturn. pococurante but caring. neurotic but with equanimity. you wouldn't get me at all,
cause I wouldn't let you.
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"Let me tell you this: Some of life's questions you have to answer, some you just have to dance your face off and scream "no comment."" --- John Mayer