The combination of a lyrical and musical muse you are poetry and white sound bouncing off the walls creating a safe haven.
That room that is created no matter where I am. In that dark forest where the trees hold secrets and it’s fall and my long black dress treads the leaves I feel safe when your song plays. My arms spread out as if embracing nature with a great hug only to wrap them around myself to love myself. That safe place.
Of finding who I am through that song. Feeling lost and having that craving to find who I am through lyrics. Afraid of leaving behind what I know when they may be the only source to truly discover who I am supposed to be. The melodies of that song and the flow of those lyrics haunt me. Trying to lure me back from the escape from my…
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