Matthew left the bridge and walked back to Penny’s cabin, and with every footfall it seemed that he was stepping out of the world. Now he sat on the bunk, alone, his back resting gently on the bulkhead, feeling as if he could sit there forever.
Something began to play in him…
A breath drawn deep in the belly makes its way to every cell, hums with a song like a whisper and reverberates with all the music of light and darkness. The song sweeps into every dingy corner and, as it does, all shadows are vanquished. A long neglected room, packed to the ceiling with dusty papers, broken tools, and heaps of ill-fitting clothes, is at last picked up, its contents sorted, all together, one thing after another. What does not belong draws apart and fades to nothing. What remains is laid away to wait, there if needed, but no longer serving as the bricks and mortar of a self-made prison.
In that moment, what he desires most could be his forever if he can lose the need to name it….
“Never mistake the truth for what people make of it.”