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It starts with a Rhythm. Fast, Like running. Like a Traumatizing event. Like first breath, After a long time without air. Or slow, like the relaxation after a good, You know. It's hardly a sound, More a feeling. The concept of things falling into place. I could be better at keeping things together. Then come the noise, the words, the shouting and crying. The singing, Freewriting. Thoughts that don't make sense don't follow a pattern don't have breaks or flow. Words that define Acknowledge Make real the World that we live in and the emotions that are, Themselves, Rhythm.
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 8:46 AM UTC
Rhythm
It starts with a Rhythm. Fast, Like running. Like a Traumatizing event. Like first breath, After a long time without air. Or slow, like the relaxation after a good, You know. It's hardly a sound, More a feeling. The concept of things falling into place. I could be better at keeping things together. Then come the noise, the words, the shouting and crying. The singing, Freewriting. Thoughts that don't make sense don't follow a pattern don't have breaks or flow. Words that define Acknowledge Make real the World that we live in and the emotions that are, Themselves, Rhythm.
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katherine-fuguet
American
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 8:46 AM UTC
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