Can you recall the exact time and day that you discovered you have the ability to sigh?
Or your longest sigh on record and what led up to it, what inspired it?
Was there a time in your life when the sigh became your full-time occupation, when a sigh would give you a sense of satisfaction that you had done something? When a sigh was enough? It was all you needed?
Is there a way you recapture that spark of sighing which has been missing for so long?
What if you never sighed again? Would you be able to accept that? Could you be free of regret?
Do you recall a time when this ‘you’ you are speaking of was someone who wasn’t you?
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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