Thera is a broken record playing in my head

A sound I cannot make out but a feeling that is rare

And a subtle whisper that eventually becomes as loud as horn screaching through the air

Like my very breath chanting always

Like my steady footsteps

A melody even

But feels like a snap of a finger within my soul

And each snap I become more and more present

I exist

I live

I remember the dullnes that was once inside of me

The cloud that stood with my consciousness

I remember the trail I had left but continued to use

I remember not remembering

This broken record playing in my head is telling me to awaken

To rise