Mirage

And it was on January 16th around 12:50 PM, something happened. Something stilled, something quieted down. A question was answered somewhere far away.

Imagine this:
A sensation not unlike anxiety but without a trace of anguish. There are ripples emanating from the solar plexus. ASMR has nothing on this, nothing.

And then it's gone.

Now, imagine this:
Someone somewhere reads the same books as you do. Someone listens to the same music as you do. Someone uses the same exact verbal expressions as you do. Someone feels the same weight of the world, the same soul crushing pressure and suffering, this existence places on our shoulders.

What would you make out of it? Now, I am old enough to understand that all this might mean nothing. It might be a curiosity, a mirage, and a distant light shining beyond the horizon. It might be a Schrödinger's Twin Fire; a quantum state disappearing, or behaving differently, when observed.

Or, it might be a figment of my imagination. A wish upon a star. I find myself writing as if talking to a lonely candle.

"I am a railroad track abandoned,
with the sunset forgetting I ever happened."
- Jeff Buckley, "Opened Once"