RUSH IN MY BLOOD---I WANT TO FEEL IT

sometimes, all it takes is a voice.

doesn't have to be human. just must be alive. this does not mean it must be flesh and blood. you'll know it when you hear it, simply because it's the only thing that will do.

it can come from anywhere. it might come from walking down the street, safe in your own head, looking out at everything around you and/or at nothing in particular. it might come from someone randomly tapping on your shoulder and surprising you, or from a small dog chasing something down the street. or the bells of the men with ice cream carts jauntily ringing by as they pedal away past your window. or the sounds of wind crisping through the leaves. or (of course) through the headphones you've got plugged into your ears. or a band practicing as you walk past a house on an unknown block. horns honking, water rushing, sounding...

...but you'll know when you hear it, and you won't be satisfied until you do. even though you may not know it beforehand, you'll know you've found it because everything else fades away---even if only for a moment. it might never come again, no matter how often you try to recreate the condition. it may well be that one perfect moment in time where all things work together to give you the sound you need to hear exactly when you need to hear it.

and then again, you may have inadvertently discovered one of your own secret personal balms; one of those things that soothes and calms you whenever you've got wounds in need of cleaning out and anesthetising.

so many variants, and all are good---if you'd only open your ears.