There is this song I have stumbled upon that caresses my heart, evoking deep emotions about the life I am forfeiting.

It is a root tug of letting go, and falling away, and being found in the same exact spot again.... content.

I remember days of strength and drive and life. Precious life bursting forth in colors and sounds with no pause whatsoever. Beauty unnoticed as life blended each moment into the next seamlessly.

And now I notice.

The taste of salt and caramel.

The rain cloaked to skin.

The heart expanding, ever opening to this stream of beautiful life.

Where we are lost, we are found.

Where we end, we begin again.

I grasp these lens... precious have I been given... and breath it all in.

So beautiful I could cry.

Throat swelled with emotion...

pain...

joy...

and something else....

beating beneath the everyday...

thrumming even with no physical state...

and I exist.

I would rather be sick and feel this, then to have stayed healthy and missed this whisper...

life is found in the silence and the isolation and the loneliness.

Dry bones glazed with the promise that comes with sunshine.