When words wont do it, and friends can't relate, I turn to the sounds of life, riddled in words from another heart, like mine. The pattering of fingers on the keyboard and deep breaths with every crescendo brings forth another intimate setting in my head of other worlds combined, all there for one reason, to numb my heart and let my mind create a dream similar to many but so original to my eyes. Every drum hit, every cord strum brings more strength to a place that is untouched but is built up of glitter and glue while parachutes fall down on walkable waters from towers made of velcro.
-M
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