a shy encounter

I’ve been tripping over my own breath recently. A slightly altered inhale. A longer breath out. A silent feeling surrounds and catches me off-guard. In the moments between moments when no one is looking, I feel something rise. Sitting on the bus on the way home from work. a random melody floats in my ears while my mind drifts across dusty pale landscapes in front of me. Here I stumble over it. It’s soft. Still. And I think it’s looking to stay for awhile. Recently impeded by obstacles of all kinds stubbornly refusing to let go, it seems as if it now has the upper hand. Give it a few months or so, I think (in tentative hope) and breath will soon enter and exit freely. It’s odd. I’ve voluntarily separated myself from beloved sweethearts and have extracted myself from the work which directly inspires, yet, something is slowly seeping within and filling minute cavities stretched open by past tiring encounters, relationships, events, non-events.

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Hello happiness, it’s nice to see you again. It’s been awhile.