I was standing there
in front of the stage
after all this time
and I couldn't fathom the love I had for life in that moment
and nobody could see my bald head under the wig
and nobody had seen me alone in my room in the late hours
because in that moment
it didn't matter
tonight I didn't care how I may appear from the outside
I didn't care about a lot of things
but one
how the strings of the guitar
and the bass of drums
were flooding my every vein
my every muscle
bursting through my every seem
and right when tears were stinging the corners of my eyes
I knew I was home
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infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poetrythings I wanted to say but never did
