"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." ~ Aldous Huxley
dancing happily inside my brain
a dozen new doors swing open before me.
words are waltzing across my body as
the pain of being birthed still lingers.
endearing. passionate. scarred.
disappointments swim in time with hopes.
his art bleeds.
happily confusion reigns here now while
sounds tap out a pattern in my flesh.
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