music.
It
causes the tentacles of my brain to sway and braid together, fibers
rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and
instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages
have been written and here I still sit.
...waiting for something to
happen.
Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together to
make the tentacles of my brain sway and braid together, fibers rubbing and connecting with ideas and emotions, situations and instigations – and before I know it, hours have passed and pages have been written and here I still sit.
...waiting for something to happen.
Yet it is happening. The very moments combining together.
Forever.
Forever.
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