Okay. I'll play them again.
I'm thirsty. Lonely. I need
the music. I'll play the songs...
The ones that take me.
The opening bars string in my soul.
A familiar buzz starts at the back of my skull.
I close my eyes as tension creeps from my neck.
My ache starts to breathe out.
I stretch like a cold cat in its sunny patch.
My arms reach out and I release my chest.
My bone move and murmur as my back unfolds.
How long have I been rolled up like a foetus?
The beat reaches out and I breathe in.
My shoulders drop a centimeter again.
I'm folded in and dragged away from the world.
Where have I been? Why did I wait this long?
I cautiously roll my head from side to side,
I'm reminded of how good it feels to sigh.
My body starts to hum and flow
as I thaw from the inside out.
But I know it can't last forever,
this moment of peace and quiet.
My heart aches as the notes tenderly die down.
Why did they make it so short?
An involuntary sound escape my mouth
as the final silence drowns my eardrums...
Okay.
I'll play them again.
I'll play the songs just one more time.
B Dos Santos 2016
Written while listening to "Nothing but Thieves - If I get High"
