whispers_in_the_dark tender square (okay, so i wasn't that young when i wrote this, i was on the cusp of 30, but middle age is coming fast and this feels like eons ago; things_you_wrote_when_you_were_young) the body is an instrument and i’ve been listening to it – the harmonics of a heart, my mellotron organs. tune into the frequency, the loneliness inside of me, the air of expectation that whispers in the dark. 210909 ... tender_square surprise when we realized our hushed souls murmured stories that weren’t at all like the ones we willed ourselves to say aloud; tales assuring happiness, yarns of relative satisfaction. it took both our hearts, attuned for listening beyond words, to revive the force once dormant within us, no more. 211122 what's it to you? who go blather from