I've been sitting this room for hours. Entranced by the sound.
The sound of his voice, his dance, his rhythm. I cant explain it.
I want hours in a room. A room with where time stands still and never speaks a word.
I cant move. I can only be here.
Here where I am. I don't want this to stop.
They should know this feeling. But they wont.
They will never know what this feels like. This ecstasy. Existentialism.
It's here. I know.
You wont break me. This is how it begins.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
I've been sitting this room for hours. Entranced by the sound.
The sound of his voice, his dance, his rhythm. I cant explain it.
I want hours in a room. A room with where time stands still and never speaks a word.
I cant move. I can only be here.
Here where I am. I don't want this to stop.
They should know this feeling. But they wont.
They will never know what this feels like. This ecstasy. Existentialism.
It's here. I know.
You wont break me. This is how it begins.
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