08/03/09
Sometimes, when alone in my room, it’s quiet. Clock ticks. I hear myself breathe. I crack my toes. Everything I hear reminds me of my own wretched mortality. It’s unnerving.
Then, I hear my dad.
He’s playing ‘love of my life’ by queen on his acoustic guitar. I know this isn’t one of my usual kind of bulletins, nothing flowery, no message, but when I hear him play I get an overwhelming sense of comfort and happiness.
He’s playing ‘vincent’ (starry starry night) now. I’m his audience, just me, behind a closed door.
There is nothing more beautiful to me.
The cat lying on my chest is purring really loud. I guess it’s an audience of two.
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