I turn off all my lights.
I lay on my bed, allowing the comfort of the bed to embrace.Closing my eyes, I put in my earbuds.
Quickly turning on my phone.
It glows in the darkness.My fingers glide across the screen until I find what I'm looking for.
I smile when I open it up.
Closing my eyes, I can almost feel the music before it plays.Thinking of my question, my phone seems to burst with energy.
It's excited to play again.
I look through the possible songs I may get, and pick a number.
4.I press shuffle.
Clicking through the songs, carefully keeping track.1
2
3
4
I smile and lay my head back.
The music whispers my rights and my wrongs.
It giggles at my mistakes, and lectures my moves.Like a mother, it embraces.
It cuddles and coddles.
Gives wisdom to work with.Then the song ends, and nonsensical babbles rush it.
I pause it, take out my earbuds, and turn my phone off.
Rolling onto my side , I sigh happily.I sleep.
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Divination
PoetryI'm a Tarot reader. Tarot reading is a very intimate experience, and I wanted to share my experience reading Tarot.