Music evoked a realization That hollowed me out Like a melon baller to the soul The air got just a little bit thicker and filled me in life replaced Swaying, Shivering Substance lost in beads of sweat Lost in the staff Fractioned notes in choppy measures. Don't want to talk Just move Eyes shut Ears open Assaulted, Cradled jolts to the brain bass giving my heart the beat it won't make Thumping through a dead chest she's she's Alive but not really
I am so lost right now... poetry seems out of my grasp, like a phase passed. :[ What am I supposed to do now?
“The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein