My thoughts control me. I feel suicide, yelling, screaming, nonsense. Im running to my radio. When it turns on all of my thoughts leave. They shrivel up and cower away. I take the wheel of the mind that is now a sports car vs. a wreck. I have complete control. As I shift on the radio from "Park" to my Electro House Remixes, I feel my days worth of reasonable thoughts and ideas rush through my brain and exit through my eyes, ears, nose mouth. Like trying to breath in toxic fumes from my muffler, I choke, and shift up into HS. The thoughts keep coming as I switch from playlist to playlist, the thoughts finding their way out of my body in new forms colours and shapes. I finally get to Channel 103.9 and My body drops dead. My feet move with the smooth slowness of "Sam Smith and Keith Urban until the station changes to 96.7 where my head starts to bobb an nod to the beats of Counting Stars or One Dance. Again the channel switches, this time to 91.5 the beat, and my legs take over. Dropping and pivoting and jumping and moonwalking to the fast paced sound of Rap God or Wreak Havoc, by Eminem and Skylar grey. The channel is abrubtly converted to 80.9 where hard rock takes over my arms and fists while Pink Floyd and Guns N Roses play their longest guitar solos. BZEww .
The radio turns off.
My body collapses to the floor. My hard exterior is no more. The water in my body flows out in tears as I whimper in emotional pain.
My body's soul comes rushing back in high gear, tires melting, and engine rumbling to take control and stop the flooding of my insides.
I can no longer resist.
It regains its power and control and picks me up and dries my face with the devils heart and soul. My body walks to its next destination, as the small powerless part of me hopes music may even fill my empty heart once again.
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Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.
RandomRead it, don't read it, I don't care its only the voices inside my head.
