I remember when we still had a word for that rhythmic pulsing, back before the language faded into the static of this waiting.
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If you had a name for it, you would have already forgotten it; nostalgia is just the static playing tricks on your pulse.
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The heart beats in rhythm with the ghosts we invent, only to find the silence was there all along.
I prefer the way your heartbeat stumbles when you look at the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light.
My pulse is skipping beats just trying to remember why I thought that sounded profound five seconds ago.