I can hear the stereo pumping in your room.
I can feel the music bleeding through your walls into my apartment.
The tone calms my bones, the sound completes me.
My soul screams out for the melody.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
