| 7:23p |
“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.
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Death Cab for Cutie, "Marching Bands of Manhattan" |