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Today I am making breakfast with my headphones on and listening to sad music.
As I move through the kitchen, I feel the music move through me,
The mild sorrow, the melancholic drag. I am lamenting in the hurt
that the sounds conjure from within me.
It is summer and I have air conditioning
but I feel the heat in the background.
I feel it in the weight
that lingers in the kitchen.
Sad songs have a lot of silence. They move slowly, wandering from one pain to the next.
They take dramatic pauses, they drag themselves through the despair
as I drag my body through the ceaseless summer days.
The songs move slowly with me.
Today, between the sounds of sorrow,
in the silent beat before the decline,
my friend has arrived
and I can hear the laughter from the other room.
The laughter leaks like sunlight, into the silent beats between the sadness.
Have you ever been at the midpoint? The precipice of joy and sorrow.
Do you know what it feels like,
to cup both of these things in your hands and become acquainted?
Right now, this is something I know.
Whatever is equidistant
to longing and having
I am there.