It’s sad.

Not sure why but stopping has a sadness to it.

As if disconnection is bound by loss rather than joy.

It sneaks on you not knowing a clear reason but more so like a distant longing.

It festers and broods for a bit.

And then goes into silence.

To poke at it is hard.

As it rests restless shy of surfacing constantly only peeking through as if it knows it shouldn’t yet it does.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~