a call

I’ve been searching for you. But you are not easily found. I thought I heard you here, I imagined your voice pinging out to me. The words were too distant but I could tell from the texture, the timbre, this was not a call of distress. It felt like the complete opposite. Euphoria, might be one word to describe your call.

Somewhere you were out there. I may have been looking in the wrong places. This often happens. And then I’m the one who gets distressed.

And then I have to stop and take a break, take a breath, and then I start my search all over again. But I know you’re there. I can feel you all around me. I think you are amused, but not mocking or judging. I can feel that.

It’s true. Even though I may not show it. I miss you. A lot. I can’t think of other words to say it. Those are the best ones I have right now. I hope they will suffice.

A breeze passed through me. And within it, a feint droning sound with slow pitch bends, rising and falling, under a voice that said, “What’s there to miss? I’m right here with you. Just chill. OK? Do you think you can do that? Can you just do that for me? If I have one thing to ask of you, that would be it.”

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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