She listened to her music in the most intimate way possible. Her earbuds were firmly but comfortably in her ears allowing her to hear every element in the songs selected. From the blasting crescendos to the breaths taken by the instrumentalist right before producing their next note.
She rose and fell just like the music did. As the music built up, she rose with it, and when it fell, either gradually or suddenly, so did she. She rode it like a seasoned surfer on the perfect wave.
The selection played varied on her mood. Sometimes she danced. Other times she drew her own blood by way of serrated edge.
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I brought myself back to reality. My two passions, wordplay and music, sometimes team up on and distract me. Although I don't fight too hard against them.
Looking at my current situation, I couldn't help but want to return to my long-winded thoughts. In a waiting room, waiting to change the way things were. Making a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
She rose and fell just like the music did. As the music built up, she rose with it, and when it fell, either gradually or suddenly, so did she. She rode it like a seasoned surfer on the perfect wave.
The selection played varied on her mood. Sometimes she danced. Other times she drew her own blood by way of serrated edge.
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I brought myself back to reality. My two passions, wordplay and music, sometimes team up on and distract me. Although I don't fight too hard against them.
Looking at my current situation, I couldn't help but want to return to my long-winded thoughts. In a waiting room, waiting to change the way things were. Making a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life.
