By Richard Edenfield
In here, I can detect sounds. Muffled crying. Laughter. Music’s gentle thud like the pulse I sleep next to; a clock delicately touching time by my bed. Their movement is my movement. I can even hear their dreams. The soft language of hope and fear.
My consciousness floats in space with eternal possibility.
Arguments flash across flesh. My mood swivels with hers. I eat what she does. Her steps propel me to unknown places. And it’s as if I have already lived a life before I am born. Already fallen in love. Already danced under the stars.
Already familiar with Nirvana.
Another good one Richard. I like your muse.
Thanks.
Oops. My bad. Left comment wrong place. Mistake. Wanted to leave another one.
Such a great scenario for the unborn. Too bad it often has to turn out so differently after birth. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all recapture that prenatal rapture???!!!
In Utero is Nirvana’s last studio album. Love how you worked that in. The music that was playing while in the womb. Ending it with – already familiar with Nirvana! The double meaning of that is just amazing writing.