I seem to be writing about such mundane things lately, but the deeper levels of my life are much to intricate to even write about symbolically.
It would be like writing about a piece of music and believing that people could really hear it. I did once read about a lovely Debussy piece and recognized it when I next heard it, but I could not begin to tell you why. It is possible I really had heard it before and just forgotten.
I could tell you the words to tunes, but how would I express the chords and the glissando's? How could I tell you how haunting one phrase was compared to another that made my heart soar? I could say this part was very soft and sweet and this one dark and disturbing, but the interpretation would all be yours.
It is the same way with my life in this moment.
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