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You Only Need to Listen |
You Don't Need to Understand, You Only Need to Listen Some nights, the vacancy of sleep grows nervous under your weight and there is a whisper in the void. It is not the wind, which has settled in the deserts and the crevices of the coast, nor is it the rain, which has lent the sky to the stars. Rather it is the question itself, murmuring, begging, crying, howling in the immediacy of the dark. Can you remember? Remember when words smelled like pinecones, names looked like endless holes in outer space, and anger urged the nonsense out of our throats with bombast. Remember when we built sandcastles around our voices, lowering the bridges only for the worthy few, who could withstand the otherwise perpetual combustion. Remember when we did things right and the ovation sent us running to the corners, folding ourselves over and over like paper, smaller and smaller, until the praises stopped. Remember when we dreamt ourselves into the fields of nothing and the silence droned on and on all through the night. Remember when death was a haze that made our stomachs sink in the dry heat of summer, as unfathomable and inevitable as growing up. Remember when we were the sun, the moon, the planets, the rightful captor of every struggling insect. Remember when words smelled like pinecones. Remember when we built sandcastles. Remember when we did things right. Remember when we dreamt ourselves. Remember when death was a haze. Remember when we were the sun. I remember. The original Sin was the ringing in my ears. |