wait stop. listen.
i hear what i used to hear. i remember. sometimes it comes back. the flood. the feeling. this feeling. having the sound flood back in.
it is warm everywhere. nights like lessons. daydreams and nightdreams. this song sounding like a kaleidescope. juicy colored shapes thrown into the light.
and a sonic healing. that is something we should all feel. a few times in our lifetimes.
when it comes it is that one intrusion we are all waiting for. and when you hear it again. you remember.