slightly relevant

I took that photo back when I was trying to get a good shot of my tattoos. The reason I didn’t like it before is because it didn’t catch my bracelets, which I think complete my wrists (which is weird, but whatever). I looked at this photo again and realized how much it resonates with me at the moment. In hiding.

I haven’t slept in my bed in over a month, I think. I’m not really sure anymore. I don’t really like going upstairs in my townhouse, but I’m not exactly sure why. All I know is that every time I am bothered to go up there, I hurry to get back down.

I am completely entrenched in fingerstyle acoustic guitar music and it seems to be all I want to listen to. I find myself immersed in it. Floating in it. Dreaming in it. Sleeping in it. Peaking in it. Why does it speak to my soul so wholly? Why does it seem to be able to find the very pinpoint of my emotions? Why does it offer me clarity when nothing else does? It holds me rapt, like nothing else.

Sparks. They fly. They are the catalyst. They are the reaction. They are the attraction. They are the source. They are the result. They are plenty. They are never enough. They make me giggle. They make me weep. They melt me. They burn me. They feed me. They bleed me dry. Sparks.

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