Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

How would you know if the touch of the world was in your hand?

So often, I took for given, the comfort and safety of my dad snoring at 4:30am or even the scent and sound of hot soapy Tide-water churning in the wringer washer. They didn't seem so important then -- simply part of an every day everyday.

It wasn't really the snoring or the washer -- rather it is why they were there that substantially defined their value.

Sometimes when I get caught up in my own selfishness, I begin to miss those things immensely but then realize that the prints, scents and voices of others today may ultimately echo around my head in quite the same fashion. It's just hard sometimes to tell a green field from a cold steel rail but I sure am trying.
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