the escape into a world where sight is irrelevant, only your ears need to work.
the sound of someone who means more to you than music itself.
thoughts bleeding together like colors of paint, you can't remember why you were crying.
you'll remember another time where there wasn't a thing in the world that could make you cry.
breathing in all of the sounds, their voice and words holding new meanings as you listen.
eyes closed, lying on your back and thinking of how you every got to listening to music like this.
you take your headphones off,
s i l e n c e again.
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poetic rants.
Poetrylowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?
