Occasionally the world becomes dull and all the colours encircling me appear grey.
Sometimes my emotional skin becomes insensate and my heart clots.
When I then collapse in a whirlwind of woe and wonder, the only temporary resolution seems to be the notes of another's instrument.
The dissonant harmony of an unknown's timbral heart noises.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
Occasionally the world becomes dull and all the colours encircling me appear grey.
Sometimes my emotional skin becomes insensate and my heart clots.
When I then collapse in a whirlwind of woe and wonder, the only temporary resolution seems to be the notes of another's instrument.
The dissonant harmony of an unknown's timbral heart noises.
A prose about listening to music when I'm depressed.
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