We will never see each other again in the present tense. Jojo moyes last letter from your beloved We will never see you

Hi. I miss. We have not seen each other for almost 6 years. The last time we met in this conscious surrounding reality, you went into the twilight of the night in the middle of an empty street. Even then, I knew that consciously we would never see each other again. But, despite this knowledge, every day I made plans to see you. Sometimes my wish came true and I saw you in a dream, always in different ways, but in the end you still left. You have no idea how difficult these 6 years were for me. I have not been able to fully, to the end, come to terms with your choice. I think about it every day. In the morning, before work, sometimes I am late due to the fact that I cannot get myself together, or rather, I cannot collect myself, and more precisely, I have to collect myself in pieces. Sometimes I wake up and just see that you are not there and I am all alone against the whole World. How insignificant I am. I feel like an empty place, nothing. I'm getting hysterical and can't get myself together. There are times when I just don't care about everything. But of course you don't care. Are you all right. Your choice was correct. You chose the best one. He married the best one, and gave the best two sons.
How was my life? No way, you just were the last one. But I think you don't care. I ceased to exist the day we last saw each other. It's just that every next day repeats the previous one. I, like the former me that you knew, exists from 6:00 pm to 09:00 am, and during the hours of its existence, this part of me goes home with its head bowed, lies under the covers and falls into a stupor until the morning. From 09 hours 00 minutes to 18 hours 00 minutes, with my arrival at work, another me appears. I don't think anyone around me knows about my problems. If the second part of me had not appeared, then the real me would have already disappeared, as a physical unit in this dimension. Although you don't care either. I don't even exist for you. In any case, I don't have to expect gifts from this life.
Although a year ago I received one of the best gifts in my life for New Year... About a month before the New Year, I was standing on the balcony at work, from the height of the 2nd floor I could see my whole current gray life. I was thinking. Looking down, I saw you, with you was your friend and another man I did not know. In the first second I thought that you were not real, just a fruit of my thoughts. But if you are the fruit of thoughts, then your friend could not be imagined to me. I saw you, but you didn't. The second thought was to jump from the balcony. Only a couple of meters separated us from each other. Or run as fast as you can through offices and corridors. But what if you left? Then I turned on my brain. You clearly did not come to my liking, then why? Probably to visit friends or for work.
And then, what's the point of running to you? 6 years have passed. It's a lifetime. You made your choice 6 years ago and you are doing well. It doesn't matter how it happened now. I decided to just stand and watch.
I saw your face. Your friends went to a flower shop, and you stood at a distance from them, two meters from the entrance to the building of my work. I think that you found out about me and knew that this was exactly the entrance to my work. I saw your face, his facial expressions. Your throwing was visible, not only your body movements, but also your face. You wanted to come to my work, but you could not make up your mind, you were rushing about, not only did your shell rush about, but there was also throwing somewhere inside you. Then your friends left the flower shop, and one of your friends, or rather, our mutual friend, pulled you by the sleeve of your jacket, looked at you, clearly understanding why you were behaving this way, and said that it was time for you to go. You got in your car and drove away. I then stood on the balcony for a long time after you left. Perhaps from shock, or maybe I just wanted to see your shell at least once more.
The last gift was about a month ago. I went that early morning on a business trip to another city, passing through your city. I got a seat on a ticket in the driver's cab of the bus. The conductor said that another person in your city would sit down, but he bought a ticket here. But, despite this, an impudent girl who wanted to talk with a driver she knew sat down next to me. I did not care. I put a hood on my head and remembered you again. The bus stopped in your city. I was simply amazed: and the bus came in and the whole bus was filled with your scent. This impudent girl, who took a seat next to me, in order to communicate with the driver, took your ticket seat. And you sat back. Fate, I guess. More precisely, not destiny. I was wearing a hood and you didn't know that I was on the bus too. And what should we talk about now? You would praise the one you chose and show pictures of your children. You would ask me why I am still single and without children. Would humiliate me with this question. Therefore, as soon as the bus arrived at its destination, I immediately ran out of the bus and rushed away from you. I guess that the guardian angel, most likely Cupid, sent this girl to your place on the bus to chat with the driver so that you and I would not end up in neighboring places, so that we would not have to drive next to each other for almost three hours. After all, this situation would have finished me off completely.
I think that it is unlikely that I will meet someone in my life. Indeed, over the past 6 years I have not had a single novel. You know that I'm not ugly, but there is better than me. Children are not born of the holy spirit and this is a fact. Therefore, I will not have children, there is simply no one. We must face the truth. And it is true.
I think that sometimes I will receive gifts-reminders from heaven about you and that I was once alive. Thanks for the reminders, at least.

Anonymous

Hi! I am Anonymous, and for the first time on this site and on this forum.
I recently broke up with my a young man, and all i feel
expressed in my heart and soul in verse ... Please rate ...

* * *
Goodbye ... We will never see you again ...
But know that I love you ...
And no matter what you say, I'm leaving
No more strength, I love you for many years
But I have to go to heaven ...
There I will live and there I will die,
After all, here I feel bad, tired ...
And quietly closing your eyelids,
Your image runs slowly ...
Goodbye beloved, goodbye!
The price of love is forever life !!!

* * *
Yes, we parted, it's all gone
Where did all this go?
Love has burned out - it is not,
Ashes only remained from happiness ...
Only one question torments:
Why, why did you do it?
Why did you laugh at me?
Why did you start a game of love?
Why did I suggest meeting,
When did we break up twice?
After all, you did not love, you did not love ...
And I didn’t play with feeling.
Let it all go, let it hurt me
The wound bleeds on my heart
And let the grievances remain in my soul ...
So the heart wants ...
How I loved, how I waited
How I believed that tomorrow again
I can see you
And whisper three eternal words ...
To say how much I love
How I wait for you, how I suffer
How to believe, how I want to hug,
I'm dying without you ...
Yes, I still love you,
There is no more power to hide love
Oh God, how I want it again
I hug you again, dear ...
Oh, how I want to again
To dissolve in your arms ...
I want to hug, kiss and ...
Say goodbye to you forever.
I understand it's all gone
The doors of your soul are closed
But it's hard to realize again
All this fear, all the pain of loss.
Memories of you
So often my heart is disturbed ...
But time heals everything
I know it will help me.
No wonder people say:
"Before the wedding will heal, do not be afraid!"
Everything will heal in my soul ...
Don't worry about me.
Forget me, forget about everything
I don't exist for you
And let it be a punishment
Your words: "I love another"!

* * *
You know my sun
I so want to talk ...
Tell you a lot
And thank you very much.
I want to tell you THANK YOU,
For the fact that you are in the world,
For character traits,
Which I can't count.
Thank you for loving you
And that you do not love me,
Thank you for being there
And for you I do not exist ...
Thank you for hugging another
And that you are not kissing with me at all,
Thank you that fate gave you to me,
And that you'll never be mine ...
Thank you for submitting to you,
And that is forever given to you
Thank God for falling in love with you
For the fact that there is such a sun on earth.
There are many good young men in the world,
But what is beyond the horizon there in the distance? God knows ...
And again I will thank you ...
THANKS, DIM, THAT YOU ARE IN THE WORLD !!!

* * *
To know that you are unloved -
It hurts of course
But this will not be long -
It won't last forever.
Yes, you will suffer
But hoping to love
You will forget him -
It will be hard to forget ...
He won't be with you
And you suffer in vain
Let go of him ...
He doesn't love you ...

* * *
Everything is in this world:
From heaven to hell ...
Love is dying ...
So it should be so.
And you shouldn't cry
Shedding a tear.
You are nobody to him,
You are a stranger to him ...

* * *
You don't know how I am here
I don't know how you are there ...
It's just strange this war
Divided us in half ...
I can't live without you
Thoughts are all about you again ...
How are you there without me, my dear?
The bed is empty without you ...
There is now a fog between us
There are road lights between us ...

May God keep you!

I like it
I would write like this:
It's so hard for me alone without you
Thoughts all about you are just again ...
How are you there without me, my dear?
The bed is empty without you.

But the poems are good, but I didn't like the first ones, I'm sorry.
Are you writing recently? I think everything will come with experience.

Hey Anonymous
The poem is written very simply, which, in fact, is its disadvantage. It is written so simply as if it was written by a child. Rhyme and rhythm suffers. But the ending is great:
-strongly!
and - rhythm and rhyme suffer.
- resembles a song from the movie "Midshipmen". If I'm not mistaken:
"But you shouldn't sulk at fate,
That others in the distance - God knows,
And here we have enemies to be found -
It would be an honor, it would be an honor! "

I liked all of you more. Here you really bared the nerve of your soul for everyone, and did not try to show that you feel bad! Rhythm and rhyme do not suffer much, but in this versatility it is supportive, tk. it is a pain! Well done!
The first quatrain is just great:
- a well-chosen image of comparing separation - war. And separation and war, separates people on different sides.

Here nemongo rather obscenities, because of the first two lines - trite! After what is written in the first four lines - disbelieve!

Anonymous

[B]
Yes, KatenO "K, I am writing recently ... Although, to be honest, not always, mostly when feelings and emotions are torn from the inside ... I hope that with experience everything will come ... And what I did not like ... well. ..Everyone has their own opinion...

Added:
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InbornPoet, thanks for the assessment, but maybe the rhythm and rhyme are suffering somewhere, and maybe I haven't noticed it everywhere, but these are the very poems in which I expressed what I feel ... And I have a lot of poems, so I will definitely write more ... Check it out?

Anonymous
Not bad! I especially liked these words:
And let it be a punishment
Your words: "I love another"!

Anonymous

Here are some more rhymes, and how, again, on an eternal theme ...

Oh, how much I love you!
So much! You have no idea ...
I always look for your eyes everywhere
Your smile ... You don't notice.
Well, how can I do so that you understand
It was no coincidence that fate pushed us
And the fact that I'm head over heels in love with you,
Believe me, my dear, this is no coincidence ...
Perhaps you will understand someday
Perhaps it will be too late ... I do not deny ...
So guess quickly, my love,
That I love you ... I miss you ...

But this poem may seem a little strange at the end, especially:

Why am I lying to myself
Why am I trying to calm
Myself, because I am to you
I don’t need it ... Then alone
Leave me, no need for words
Do not stir up old wounds
And everything that you told me
Told me too, too soon!
We are not destined to be together ...
Not destined ... Well, it's a shame ..
And what I really need
Already from the side it is not visible.
Let's leave it as it is
I won't be a burden to you ...
And all the words, your words
Let them fly to hell ...

And one more rhyme:

Let the stars in the sky today and the clouds cry
Let your hand hug me for the last time
May the memory keep forever a farewell kiss
And I will say to myself: "Do not cry, and do not grieve."

It's not easy for me now to confess to you like this ...
No ... if I don't tell you now, I can't later.
I love you like no one else, I live by you alone,
You mean a lot to me ... You are so dear to me!

Your love for me is gone. Is that so? Answer me honestly?
And there will be no place for me in your heart ...
Of course, it hurts me now, yes, it hurts and it hurts,
But there are no tears in my eyes, and you are not ashamed either.

I ask you to stay with me for the last seconds ...
Perhaps it's stupid this way, but it's hard for me without you ..
Well, why are you standing? Go! Forward! Direct road to her!
Go - in words ... In the eyes - stay! Stay for God's sake !!!

Well, that's all ... And emptiness ... And I'm alone in the apartment ...
And all that was between us remained in another world ...
And slamming the door behind you, you cut off my life ...
All this falsehood and this carnival ended.

And this verse is my favorite ... I don't know if you will rate it, I really want you to read it and understand what was going on in my soul when I wrote it ... Sorry, please, for some words, which may seem to you obscene ...

"To my mom"
I am going back home,
Late at night, from a party
I don't remember much
After this tumultuous booze.

It's half past one on the clock,
A cigarette on the right
God, how have I changed
Became just a slut.

How could I be so low
And stumble sharply?
But what is the theme
I can not stop.

I'm almost close to home
And I'm scared to imagine
How worried mom is ...
How could I leave her?

I went to the intercom
And rang her doorbell
And no excuses
They won't help now.

I'll go up to the floor
And I whisper with tears:
"Forgive me, do you hear?
Forgive me mom ...

I cried for you
Already more than once brought,
And that I love you
So rarely spoke. "

She will look silently
To your drunken daughter
And go to bed with resentment,
She is unable to help.

She hates to see
My own daughter in this form,
And probably now
She hates me.

I'll go to my room
I'll take a photo album
Everything happy moments
I remember and he remembers.

Here I am still very little
In my mother's arms
But next to dad -
He was still with us then ...

But this is New Year,
But this is Birthday,
Our whole family is here ...
Happiness, music, fun ...

Here comes my first class
And I'm burning with happiness,
With a huge pink bow ...
Where is the white man? I don’t know ...

Here are my classmates -
Familiar faces...
I want to repeat everything
And again at school to find yourself ...

Yes, the years go by fast
And now graduation,
And I'm in an expensive dress
But, mom is next to me ...

No, I can't do this anymore
And I close the album ...
And quietly with your nose in your pillow
Burying myself, I sob.

Mom comes quietly
And hugs me:
"Don't cry, my bunny,
I understand you."

"Mom, mommy, do you hear,
I won't be like this anymore
I am you, your affection,
I will never forget.

Forgive me, okay?
Forgive me mom
Forgive me for being
I've been so stubborn all my life.

I'm sorry that you
I did not reveal secrets,
Sorry not always
I trusted you.

Sorry that not everything
I told you
Forgive me mom
That I have become.

Mom, I will change
I promise you..."
And gently kissing on the cheek,
Mom will say, "Goodbye."

Dimitri B.

Anonymous
And in my opinion it is even very good for a beginner poetess! I will not go into the analysis of rhymes and rhythms, but I will say that you really succeed in ending poems, and the first two lines and a successful ending are usually 70 percent successful. You are great at summarizing the entire piece with a couple of final phrases, and this is already a talent, congratulations.
So write and write, the only thing, of course, I understand your state of mind, but still, try to diversify the topics for the letter, I think you will succeed.
Good luck!

Dimitri B.

Anonymous
- I'll try, but how detailed, I can't say!
I'm waiting for creations!

Anonymous
Not bad for a beginner, but your "You don't know how I am here", I still consider the most successful and strong!
I understand your love for this verse:

And the waves crashed softly
About rocks, coast and buoys ...
Today, from the voyage of the big
The sailors must return ...

She stood motionless
Drops of tears glittered in my eyes
And the wind kissed tenderly
Dark locks of hair ...
And, suddenly, for some reason,
So my heart sank in my chest
And a strange feeling ...
Probably a meeting ahead!

But, the girl did not know yet
That the guy is no longer on earth ...
After all, he stayed with the commander
On that ill-fated ship.
Of all the boys in the crew
No one else is alive ...
The ship sank from the explosion
Nothing can be changed.

Girl standing on the pier
Thoughtfully looked into the distance ...
And the white seagulls screamed
There was sadness in their voices.
Already the sun was setting across the sea,
A veil descended at night,
The stars lit up in the sky
But she was still waiting for him ...

Big blue eyes
She stared at the sky ...
There, beyond the wide, black sea
Seventeen white stars are burning.
One of them shone brighter ...
The girl immediately understood
What is her beloved sailor!
He will never come back!

And quietly tears rolled from my eyes,
Her love was strong
She didn't know what to do
She was now alone ...

Girl standing at the pier
Thoughtfully looked into the distance,
There was hope in her eyes
A shawl fluttered in the wind.
And the waves crashed softly
About rocks, coast and buoys ...
From the voyage of that big ...
No ... the sailors will not return ...

"City is a labyrinth"

Where it's hard to find a way out
From all this filth, falsehood and lies
From this city of dark chambers
Houses, basements, and various showdowns.
There's no way out of this city
And no one knows who created it ...
There is only night and light of hopelessness,
The way out of this hell is DEATH!

This city is not on the map
It is sealed with a huge seal,
There are no people here, only dust and roads,
All this is played by some Gods.
This is a ghost town, a maze town
Who entered there once,
Can't find a way out ...
It's a city of darkness, a city of trap Anonymous!
Your poems are powerful! There are, of course, some disadvantages, but everything is ahead.
I was just reading a poem to my mother, and I came to my eyes with tears. Maybe the rhyme is lost somewhere, the syllable is knocked out, but this is insanely strong, emotional. I just understand you, and in every line I walk next to you ...

Dimitri B.

And I liked everything! As I said, you have the makings of a very good poet! Moreover

January 22nd, 2017, 12:46 pm

...
“And yet relationships are not always simple, are they? The young man asked. - It seems to me that in any relationship there are always problems and disagreements.

Of course they are. But I have one simple method that helps in any relationship.

What is it? The young man asked.

- I always try to treat any person as if I’ll never see him again.

Try to imagine how your relationships with friends, work colleagues, family and even strangers will change if you treat everyone as if you were seeing them for the last time?

The young man shook his head.

Not very good yet.

How will you behave towards your wife or friend if you are sure that you will never see her again?
Will you allow yourself to part with her without kissing or hugging?

Will you say goodbye knowing that some controversial issue remains unresolved?

Will you leave without telling her how much she means to you?

What about work colleagues, friends, and family members?

If you’re convinced that you’ll never see any of them again, wouldn’t you try to make your last meeting as memorable as possible? Don't you make every effort to avoid unpleasant feelings when parting?
The young man nodded.

Mr. Hansen's words struck a hidden string in him. He went back to the day he last saw his mother.

It was a hot summer day, she was going on vacation abroad, and he was in a hurry to meet with a friend, with whom he had agreed to play tennis, quickly kissed her on the cheek and ran away. He could not know that she would never return, and this was their last goodbye. Since then, he thought about it very often. It was the most bitter moment of his life, and he will remain so until the very end. Now the young man understood how he could avoid the same mistake in relation to other people whom he loved and valued.

As Mr. Hansen said, it was simple: “Treat people like you’ll never see them again.”

A lot of people, ”said Mr. Hansen,“ just don't value their relationships.
I considered my career to be more important than my family, and as a result I lost both.
(with)

We will never see you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We will never hug you.

To love you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We parted company with you. February is in my heart.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
All thoughts flew away somewhere ...

Why did you awaken these stupid thoughts in me?
To love you even if you don’t remember.
Loving you even if you don’t believe.
To love you even if you don't know
To love you.

To love you even if you don’t remember.
Loving you even if you don’t believe.
To love you even if you don't know
To love you I "m sorry. I" m sorry.
We never see each other not with you.
I "m sorry. I" m sorry.
We do not hug you.

To love you.

I "m sorry. I" m sorry.
We went to you. At the heart February.
I "m sorry. I" m sorry.
All thoughts flew off into the distance ...

Why did you wake me these stupid thoughts?
Loving you, even if you do not remember.
Loving you, even if you do not believe.
Loving you, even if you do not know,
To love you.

Loving you, even if you do not remember.
Loving you, even if you do not believe.
Loving you, even if you do not know,
To love you

John called her two days later, and the euphoria of what had happened was immediately replaced by slight disappointment when his voice in the receiver said:

- You know that I am married. I probably read it in articles.

“I've read everything I can find on Google about you,” she admitted quietly.

- I have never ... never cheated on my wife and I still don’t understand how it happened ...

“I think the casserole is to blame for everything,” Ellie said, tortured.

“What are you doing to me, Ellie Howorth? Forty-eight hours have passed since our meeting, and I still haven't written a single line ... Because of you, I forget what I wanted to say, ”he added embarrassedly.

So I'm lost, Ellie thought. She realized this at the very moment when she felt the weight of his body and the warmth of his lips. Despite everything that she said to her friends about married men, despite everything that she firmly believed in, only the slightest step towards him was enough, and she was gone.

And now, a year later, she was never found - to be honest, she didn't even try.

It reappears online in almost forty-five minutes. During this time, Ellie moved away from the computer, poured herself more wine, wandered aimlessly around the apartment, went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, collected the socks scattered around the apartment and put them in the laundry basket. Then there was a characteristic sound - a message came - and she settled back in the chair in front of the computer.

Sorry. Didn't think it would take that long. Hope to chat tomorrow.

He asked her not to call him on his cell under any circumstances - printouts from the operator are usually detailed.

Are you at the hotel now? She quickly dials. Maybe I’ll call your number? Talking to him for real is a luxury, rarely when you get such a chance. God, she just needs to hear his voice.

Later. Intact.

And it disappears.

Ellie sits staring at the blank screen. Now John will leave the room, walk through the hotel lobby, charm all the administrators along the way, go out into the street and get into the car that the festival organizers sent for him. In the evening, he will give out a terrific toast on the move, and then he will entertain those who are lucky enough to sit at the same table with him, and from time to time dreamily peer into the distance. He will live a real life, and she ... Ge life seemed to be paused.

What is she doing?

- What am I doing? - says Ellie out loud, clicking on the "Minimize window" sign. She falls onto the huge empty bed and, staring at the ceiling of the bedroom, groans with her own impotence. You can't call your friends: she's already talked to them about it a hundred times and always got the same reaction - it's understandable, but how else should they react? Doug's words that night hurt her deeply, but in a situation like this, she would have said the same herself.

Ellie sits down on the couch, turns on the TV, and then suddenly her gaze falls on the stack of paper lying on the table, and she remembers the article. Scolding Melissa on what the light is, Ellie begins to understand the archival materials - continuous chaos, it seems, so the librarian told her, no headings, no dates. “I don't have time to sort out all the papers. We have to throw out a lot of those piles, ”the only librarian under fifty told her. I wonder why I haven't seen him before, Ellie asks herself casually.

“Look, maybe you’ll need something,” he said, and then bent down and whispered in her ear in a conspiratorial tone: “You can throw out everything unnecessary, just don’t tell the chief. We just have absolutely no time to deal with all this pile of paper.

She soon begins to understand him: a few theater reviews, a cruise ship passenger list, several dinner menus attended by newspaper celebrities. She skims them quickly, glancing at the TV from time to time. Yes, it is unlikely that any of this stuff can interest Melissa ...

Ellie is leafing through a battered folder - it looks like some kind of medical records. Everywhere we are talking about lung diseases, she notes to herself, all patients are related to the mines. She is about to throw the folder into the wastepaper basket, when suddenly her attention is attracted by a blue piece of paper sticking out from the middle. Pulling it out with her thumb and forefinger, she discovers that it is not a piece of paper at all, but an open envelope with handwritten postal address... Inside is a letter dated October 4, 1960.

My dear, my only one!

I was serious. I came to the conclusion that there is only one way out: one of us must decide to take a desperate step. I really think so.

I'm not a strong person like you. When we met, I thought that you were a fragile creature that needed my protection, but now I understand: it's not like that. You are a strong person, you can go on living knowing that true love is possible, but we will never have a right to it.

Please don't judge me for my weakness. For me, the only way to survive this is to go to a place where we will never see each other, where I will not be haunted by the thought that I might accidentally meet you with him on the street. I need to be where life itself will persistently make me forget about you, driving away thoughts of you minute by minute, hour by hour. This will not happen here.

I decided to take this job. At 7.15 p.m. Friday, I will be standing on platform four at Paddington Station, and nothing in the world will make me happier than if you have the courage to leave with me.

If you do not come, I will understand that, despite all our feelings for each other, they are still not enough. I will not reproach you for anything, dear. I know the last weeks have been unbearable for you, and I perfectly understand how you feel. I hate myself for causing your unhappiness.

I'll be waiting for you on the 7.15 platform. Remember that my heart and my future are in your hands.

Is yours

Ellie rereads the letter once more, feeling tears welling up in her eyes for some inexplicable reason. She cannot take her eyes off the large, sweeping handwriting: the sincerity of these words, even forty years after writing, is simply overwhelming. She twirls the envelope in her hands, looking for some clue. Recipient's address: P.O. Box 13, London. And what did you do, PO Box 13, mentally asks Ellie to the addressee, and then gets up, carefully puts the letter in an envelope, goes to the computer, opens the mail and clicks "Refresh". Nothing - the last message received at seven forty-five flickers on the screen:

I gotta go to dinner, pretty girl. Sorry, I'm already late.

Later. Intact.

For me, the only way to survive this is to go to a place where we will never see each other, where I will not be haunted by the thought that I might accidentally meet you with him on the street. I need to be where life itself will persistently make me forget about you, driving away thoughts of you minute by minute, hour by hour. This will not happen here.

I decided to take this job. On Friday at 7.15 pm I will be on platform four at Paddington Station, and nothing in the world will make me happier than if you have the courage to leave with me.

A man to a woman, in a letter

She began to recover.

A rustling, a creak of a chair, a curtain drawn sharply. The two voices are whispering among themselves.

“I'll call Mr. Hargreaves.

There was a silence, and then she suddenly became aware of another layer of sounds - muffled voices somewhere in the distance, the noise of a car passing by. Strange, but it all seemed to be somewhere below. Lying down, she absorbed sounds, allowing them to crystallize, arise in consciousness and disappear again, gradually recognizing each of them.