Simple, yet powerful cords strum

Echoing in between my heart and memory

I wander cautiously

Unsure if I should be feeling the nostalgia that is vibrating and dancing with the music and tip toeing through my body apologetically but unmistakably, like a guilty puppy

The story is paused in reliable intervals

Interrupted by waves collapsing

As if defeated from their long journeys

It is in these moments that I smile out of confusion and resign to the sensation that what fills my mind most is also that which is most of my control. And certainly further from reach than I had imagined in the distant glimpse of another afternoon that I have little proof ever existed except for a song that will always remember and an ocean that heard the whole thing.

To rest into the depths of myself

To feel the world with profound acceptance

To be quiet

To be still

To believe, no, to know that everything is alright right now, in this moment

And to smile and laugh without moving my mouth