this song is a soft pillow on a slightly warm, lazy languid Wednesday
when everything is heavy and
when even moving a finger is taxing
and the air you breathe feels like a different kind of air
and everything is out of place.
maybe it's you,
maybe it's the climate,
maybe it's the song when you close your eyes and sense the subtle brush of wind from your open window.
maybe you have to get up,
but surely you won't and surely that's okay.
And so you lie down on that soft pillow of a song.
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