I spoke to my dad the other day
We talked about how
When we walk down the street we
turn up our music and walk to a beat
as if something in the sensation of hearing
a note gives us an armour. Preparing
ourselves before we face the world. Power
as a calmer. We make a soundtrack to our
lives so we’re not as boring anymore, at
least not through our eyes. Our ears carry
us in a way. Keeping the voices at bay, the
ones that say ‘we’re watching you and we
see your heartache. We’re watching you
through this shield, fake. We’re watching
you because soon you’ll pay’.
I made a mistake.
I spoke to my dad the other day.