Humming a song tonight, I’m reminded how much I missed you, music. Been thinking. Another day thinking. What else can I do? What else should I do? What more have I missed? Intelligence, greatness and confidence dance away. But since when do I have to feel something in order to already be or become anyway? So much to give but how to give it, I don’t know. The melodic notes spoke. This more I’m trying to conjure up and figure out is already there, inside, waiting for a door to open wide. I’m the one with the key. I’m the one with the power of opening more. It’s been there all along. I’ve been sitting on the song. There’s more. It’s always been inside. Open the door.
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