Why do we press play
A small warning: These words flow in a slow, hypnotic tide. If you’re the kind of mind that drifts with the waves, choose your footing before you wade in.
✦ ᛉ ᚨ ᚷ ᛟ ✦
when we already know the trick?
why do we search, again, for that sweet surrender?
have we ever asked why we want it, why we crave it with such quiet fervor, each time the voice begins to weave its web?
a voice that seeps into bone. honey-sweet, pointing the way.
the body softens. a shoulder drops. the eyelids grow heavy—now, or maybe later.
silk wrapping around the senses. the eternal silence between words. the music of that silence, cradling each gentle command.
(a second of doubt. should i obey? or ignore the piper?)
breath begins to sync with the hypnotist’s heartbeat. the guiding pulse. deeper. and deeper.
the pause that contains everything.
why do we press play?
maybe because it’s easy. maybe because we like the feeling of falling. maybe because we love being caught in a sonic web of silences and promises.
or maybe because in that suspended breath, in that velvet obedience, we are—for a moment—finally, exquisitely, still.
✦ᛉumeᛋᛇ✦
