The silence is not loud anymore. It is just quiet. I hear a heartbeat. I wait for the words and nearly hear the breath drawn in before the exhale of them. They will come.
Where once I could not live with space, I stretch myself in it and notice my own arms and legs. Brown. Strong. Solid enough.
I fill my own time. I dream. I think. I am. Comfortable with this.
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This makes me smile as I play my music and nod my head. Yeah.
Yes, like this morning when I woke and didn't check the clock but just looked at the lit curtains and felt my dress wrapped around me, my old dreams winding through my mind like smoke, and I stretched along the sheets, curled on my side, and felt how gently the morning was unfolding around me. And I was all alone, and it felt quiet and soft.
~These are essential moments.
Susan, Thanks for stopping by as always and smiling. And I guess, understanding.
Dawn, Yeah, like that. Essential moments. Paused.
Be comfortable, write much. And always listen to what quiet mornings have to say when they whisper to you like that.
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