crystal


what am I
reaching for?

It doesn't happen often.

Abundant noise can fragment signal. Meaning is hard to see when every screen is yelling out one more disturbing detail, another enticing sensation, and distractions built upon a haphazard foundation of what came before.

But every once in a while, the sounds become a chord and the words penetrate.

No more noise, no more wondering if I'm doing too much or not enough. Just a connection where I disappear and we exist together.

The air crystalizes and my voice vibrates with the world. Distractions melt. This single moment is all there is.

And then when I notice, it falls back to chaos. How can I hold it for more than an instant?

That's why I talk. That's why I write. That's why I bother when it seems no one wants to listen.

Keep chasing lights.

Chasing Lights is now available in hardback, paperback, and e-book versions from Amazon. An audio book version will be available later this year. If you enjoy reading it, please feel free to leave a review on Amazon.

If you don't like the book, don't worry about the review...I've imposed too much on you already.

Gunnar

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Gunnar Branson

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