sitting here trying to work through everything when a song comes on. and suddenly i feel like im expressing myself just by listening. each string put in motion sounds like the word i have been waiting to find.
each swell of energy is my unguarded self, the knowledge that i'm loved, the desire to be happy. each time the sound retreats there is always that persistent dark rhythm, a pawing at the ground. in the clarity of absence, it is so obvious that something is missing. in the simplicity of a single beat, there is the impatient knowledge that something has to change.
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