There are some words that are meant to be read over and over again.

Happiness.
Clarification.
Understanding.
Reassurance.

At least, I know that it helps me.

Sometimes, so-slow to process is too-slow. Reading again is a chance to feel again, or feel for real, this time.

Horror.
Delight.
Puzzlement.
Love.

It doesn’t matter the sentiment. What matters is my ability to absorb. Sometimes, the walls are built too-thick to let anything through. The compartment is too-rigid, my heart is stone.

In the re-reading, I find humanity. I find normalcy. Like the smallest layer of water that meets the shore, the words wash over and over my soul.

In the re-reading, I find that I’ll be better than fine.