Thursday, March 17, 2011

This Thursday Feels Like Friday

Sometimes it hits me.
Hits me in the best way.
More like a spark than a ton of bricks.
More like a buzzing sound, like a bumblebee in the window before you let it out.
More like the noise from the refrigerator, that you feel more than you hear.
Sometimes I hear it.
Sometimes I feel it.
Sometimes it's right there.
And I close my eyes to keep it inside.
It's so good.

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