Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The Meaning of Quality

I am noticing a better quality of memory. I can remember song verses better when I sing along with the radio. I eat more because the food tastes better. I smell all things more. More intensely. I hear things differently, louder, so loud that it almost hurts. I am sleeping more deeply than at the first. But naps are at times short, shorter than in the past. At least most of them. Still have floaters in the eyes and lights on the visual edge. Noticing the breeze and temperature more. Laughing deeper, loving deeper.



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