what brings me back

Music brings me back, mostly. Especially music without words. I stumbled across Max Richter's "Infra 5” and it was exactly what I'm feeling because I'm remembering a dream two nights ago where we held hands and ran through an M.C. Escher-style house and shrieked with joy at every new impossible angle. 

I stole a kiss. 

We got separated but I knew you were okay because I could still hear you laughing. 

Now everything is static, behind my eyes and in the air and it fills my ears. It isn't bad or good; static means an open channel. Adjust the receiver, find the frequency, turn the dials. 

What experience awaits. 

Music also makes everything else quiet. I've been simmering in a stew of noise. Distracting myself, I think. 

Perhaps I resent not having a clear objective.