Broken notes in melodies. My fingers trailing across the fraying nylon strings of the instrument I seek solace in, urging a sweet scale that's mostly improvised to spill it's reassuring sound into my ear drums.
But every shattered chord sounds like the empty echo of my heartbeat and every fallen fret screams out his name.
He's in the silence and he's in the noise and he's spinning around my mind like a broken record.
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Daisy Chains
Jugendliteratur❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
