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1/16-7 10:40 p.m. - 12:57 a.m. there is a beautiful way music can permeate your soul. tonight. i was anxiety and calm with a beer in my hand. tonight i wanted to dance like i was in my bedroom. tonight i appreciated music for the way the drum keeps beat along my spine and my fingers curl around the guitar onstage and the girl in front...is me in my room alone in front of my mirror. even though she is really in front of a crowd i don't know (but she does) in a dark room with smokey black eyes and people crashing and swaying together. tonight i wrote this draft in my mind about 77 times and i still came home with nothing but this. which is still not even close to conveying how i feel. [i am calling you now.] and i was grateful that in the dark no one knew how i felt. i want to be the girl bathed in red light. or the girl center stage singing my intimacy to a crowd of anonymous individuals who feel the same way and cannot confess. i'm sorry. |
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