One thing comes from nothing. Wu Lyf was at all times higher left unstated, skilled reasonably than mentioned. Phrases killed it. You simply needed to really feel it.
Twelve years after the fireplace burnt out, life had pulled us aside. All of us had walked our separate paths attempting to flee the shadow solid by the transient spectacle of our youth. Then one thing broke. Or healed.
We arrange camp within the loft of a good friend’s bookshop behind unfamiliar devices, acquainted feelings, and we started to play, tentative at first however with open hearts and minds, in search of new kinds unchained from what had been earlier than. Previous associates with new scars, attempting to not worsen the injuries of yesterday.
We’re all stunned by the large music that also performs itself by us, an sudden reward after the longest exile, a gleaming fragment of then, magnified by who we at the moment are. Uncooked and ecstatic, the fireplace transfigured.
What it should turn out to be we have no idea.
You don’t dig up the seed to see if it grows. You wait. You belief. You recognize the tree by its fruits. Our palms know what our minds forgot. That is one thing that was at all times there, ready for us to recollect. A brand new life is coming.
