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