Writing poetry at a jazz bar, closing my eyes. Silencing the noises of these voices that linger in the air. Feeling. Being. Touched by the music, I fall, And I think I’m having the most fun of them all. Eyes filled with wonder fall upon me. Question mark pupils ask me why I’m so chilled. […]
A lonely night at the jazz bar, consoled by the music as my mind and heart are at war. My guts are screaming in harmony with the sax. Dreaming of epiphanies. Symphonies breaking my chains at last. This change came with a blast, imploded and passed my past. My eardrums dance as I listen, my
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