I can’t describe to you this experience fully
Fuck. I just have to type
If I don’t type I can’t catch it
That raw self
Slipping through my grasp.
The fuck? the music is here.
It’s sweet and powerful. But I need to escape it
Every note, every beat, every sweet alluring tone…yanks at each bit of my soul
What is this jazz melody that?….The song changes and I feel myself swelling up
Too many thoughts to sift through. I cant pick one to focus my attention. Is this what it means to have the disorder of the attention? Does the music amplify it.
I can’t say for certain.
I wonder if it’s the same for you. Other world. Other self. Other being.
Do you drift endless
Do the songs of humanity pull your attention?
Help you escape
Back to the good. Back to the safeness.
I want to wake up… is this waking up?
Why do these look like lyrics.
The song shifts and so does my ability to comprehend where I was a moment ago….
Imma do something risky.