The overture in my mind is buzzing nonstop. The tingle of the treble and the bass are singing at the top of their lungs just begging to be heard. To be so enveloped by the depth of another’s soul and sound crash into the left while the subdued washes across the right. Which side should I be listening to? Is there a way to become totally at peace with both manifestations of my conscience? He’s sleeping in my bed right now, justly awaiting my arrival into his little world. My world, on the other hand, has the capability to mold itself around him and his ideas of life, love, and happiness. I want to circumvent him in the existence of a home where he is wanted and accepted, a place to rest his exhausted head. If it’s resting on my pillow, will there be space for me next to him? Releasing myself to the orchestra is all that makes sense to me, it is everything I look for in a complete life, and there it lays, quietly accepting of my things around his still outline in the dark. He’s given me half the bed, and the entirety of my heart has the grace to reside beside him.