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Lunettes Roses The singer's soothing voice booms from the speakers like flat plate strainers in the ceiling. I am seated in an antique set of chairs and gold colored cushions. The translucent white curtains make the light that peeks through so soft it's as if I were in a dream. With music from another time filling my head, I close my eyes and relax, wishing that the gold colored softness my back rested on would take me back in time before I was born; that as I opened my eyes, I see only in black and white.Lunettes Roses by ~mikeybabyisvintage
The men and women getting out of cars, dressed up and looking so glamorous, and this light, hitting their skin and making it glow; they were
Mariage d AmourI sat in front of the rows of the blacks and the whites and tested the waters. My fingers ever so lightly pressing each key with a delicate force which made soft sounds emanate that only my ears can hear. A tune that lingered at the back of my mind tried to make its way through my fingertips and onto the keys, but what came out was merely fragments. I recoiled to the usual and put pressure, pushing pedals. It was the same tune that had made people stop and listen to it, making them remember a feeling or a moment which may have happened or perhaps making them nostalgic for something that has not. The same bittersweet melody filled the air andMariage d Amour by ~mikeybabyisvintage
Spin. Fast. Stop. Panic. Run... Stop.I hear the voicesSpin. Fast. Stop. Panic. Run... Stop. by ~mikeybabyisvintage
like the demons that
invade my head.
It fills it.
A fire that is lit within,
melting my brain
oozing out of my eyes,
my ears, my mouth, my nose.
It hurts me.
I struggle for thought, a voice,
my own voice
is lost in the chatter.
spinning. I'm spinning.
with the noise as my music,
my moves graceful with
chaos.
I look for a way to get
out of my own head.
My eyes moving rapidly
to the square windows above,
seeing cottons floating
away, seeing myself
float away.
I'm losing.
I've spun too fast and
now the world won't
stop. Like a clock
that ridicules me.
I'm falling.
My body drained of liveliness
my k
I was so lost but now I believe. |
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