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The Beat Goes On
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Nothing.
Nothing.
Wait for it.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Wait for it.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Then…something.
I’m suspended, dangling securely in the most comforting warmth of amniotic milieu that hugs and holds me folded into myself. Muffled murmurs of nonsense struggle to infiltrate the fluid encasing me, as a mesmerizing echo overcomes all else.
Thump…thump…thump.
The timing is perfection, a soothing reassurance I am safe while I don’t yet comprehend what it is to need protection. Meanwhile, an earnest appreciation swells with the tide until realization dawns on me.
I am suddenly aware.
A phenomenal, wondrous mystery unfolds as, astonished, I find I am something real and must conserve what I’ve just become or found that I am — a lone champion of chaotic odds who is now safe within a far-off bulwark while I rest, grow and become.
Exotic unfamiliarity overcomes the darkness as foreign things called thoughts begin to create and mold me. For now…
