A different type of high

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I am floating high above the earth

My body is there but my mind is gone

Lost in a soft melody that wraps around me, 

Wind chimes and soft base filling my core,

A set of lyrics that close my eyes and take me somewhere else

Where I sit at a piano, fingers dancing over the keys

Where my lost love has moved on, my heart  shattered like peices of a puzzle.

And then I am locked away in a dark room, 

Watching the rain turn my world gray,

A drum in my ear, a melancholy violin scale causing the tears that stream down my face,

And suddenly I am broken and exposed,

Turned over for the world to gwak and stare at.

And then I am alive, running through a field of roses, 

Carrying polariods and vintage sunglasses for Instagram poses,

Screaming the oh so true words on the top of my lungs,

Listening to her voice, every note full of a perfection that leaves me in chills,

Wind in my hair as the car turns left and right,

Still singing along when I'm scared and it's night.

For this is the beauty of music,

The only words I can use to describe such a complexly incredible concept,

The only way I can explain a feeling different from any other, 

A feeling where I can lay for hours in turmoil and pain

Letting the world wash away.

It is a feeling so undescribable I can't say anymore,

A feeling I will forever and ever adore. 


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