Life is just a little bit out of reach,
I’m pondering feelings we don’t have names for. For example, the moment on a roller coaster when your stomach drops to your feet, before shooting straight into your throat.
The main feeling I’m pondering though, is one I can’t quite describe. It’s a feeling of static, like a microphone left hooked to an amp, silent if not for the quiet humming from being plugged in. Like watching a non-broadcasting channel on mute. Like the sound of rain as it falls through the sky, just before hitting the ground as if it were a drum; the way it makes everything look just a little bit hazy. A fog as it rolls in, soft and light, slowly crowding your brain long before you’ve even noticed it was there.
It’s an interesting feeling, one that makes me want to stare at the moon lose track of the minutes as I count the stars above me. To let the rain soak straight into my bones, as if I can gain some knowledge if I can just get it deep enough. It feels almost like nostalgia, but without something being there to miss.