readingbylamplight

I wrote it down because I thought I'd remember it.
That was the point.

Now I'm not so sure what the point was...

It still feels familiar when I look at it, like I should recognize it properly, like I almost do.
But it never stays long enough to become clear.

My day continues normally.
At least I think it does...
There's nothing obvious missing.

Still, I keep noticing small pauses where nothing should be paused.
Small thoughts that stop before they finish.
Small moments where I feel like I already understood something but can't repeat it.

It's probably nothing...

You might think so too.
That would make sense.

But sometimes I wonder if you're reading this the same way I'm writing it.
Carefully...
As if something important is just out of reach in what is not being said.

I don't say it.
I almost never do.

But it is there...

-2015 December 17