Michelle (shellyjanuary) wrote, @ 2005-12-11 19:23:00

Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	Death Cab for Cutie, "Marching Bands of Manhattan"

“A slight sound at evening lifts me up…” (after Henry David Thoreau)
I sway and I sing
with reckless abandon.
Nothing in the world
matters to me.
I spin, wave my arms
scream louder than ever.
I’m off-key
and tone-deaf.
I don’t care
about anything.
I repeat the words
blasting all my senses.
I let go of it all
and let the music
of my deepest heart
wash over me.

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