There's turbulence in my head.
I ponder and ponder about what I may have done wrong. Nothing seems out of place this time, but I still get this strange sense of someone else's irritation.
Music blasts in my ears, trying to hush the thoughts; and as a delicate melody sinks into my ears, my mind drifts up and away into my own imaginary universe. A place where there's love. A place where there's care. A place where there's understanding.
But as soon as the song comes to an end, and the notes sound softer; the thoughts interrupt me again. And my mind gets mad. And there's turbulence again.
And if only for one day I could make it go away, then maybe that happy place inside my head wouldn't be imaginary. Maybe that affection I crave wouldn't be so far away. And maybe the turbulence wouldn't hauntingly stick inside of me.
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Prompts to a Certain Someone
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