Magic & Music & Muses. Oh my.

update: i have found it

It is a pure joy to grow alongside you. Really, truly, I love you. I always will. You are a master at your craft and your music is a friend. Thank you for everything.

Once upon a time, a being existed. And was really good at being. And had a strong sense of identity. And didn’t have questions. And was never asked to answer questions. And just knew. Knew what? Exactly. And one day, after taking all this for granted, all of that was suddenly gone. It didn’t all disappear in a day, but after long stretches of time of not acknowledging this gift, little by little it was stripped away. Decades later this being had learned the human skill of language, and was able to articulate that this gift had long since disappeared. And even with this earthly knowledge—especially with this earthly knowledge—this being simply sat. In limbs and skin and hair. Thought this. Acknowledged this. And was not roused to jump up and begin screaming. “Where has it gone?” no one cried. “I will retrieve it,” declared not a soul. And thus on a Sunday a human sat apart from its being, wholly unconcerned with the light that had just slipped from its grasp.