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Audible Audio
First published April 1, 2025
“i can’t remember the last time i couldn’t get a handle on myself and my emotions, but the lid is slipping. something about the slipping lid feels like it’s sam penny’s fault. like he broke the seal and he’s slowly opening me up.”
“silence with him is silence. silence with him is five fifteen in the morning before the sun’s up and it’s still dark but the birds are singing. he’s the heavy quilt you pull over your head when it’s too cold and too early to wake up. he’s the song no parent ever loved me enough to sing. he’s the way water runs and bubbles over stones in a stream. he’s a quiet mind.”
“he looks up, and the way his whole face lifts when he sees me makes me want to cry on the spot, because how many people just light up because you walk into the room? one in a lifetime, two maybe?”
This is it.
This is what music exists for. This is why the birds sing. This is why the tide pulls and water falls. It’s why the sun rises and it’s why the moon hangs there all ghosty white.