12:33am Tuesday, May 4

The bones need music as much as calcium, maybe more.

 

Nirvana is determining the thrust of my fingers now and streams of consciousness are converging in my highly acidic stomach

AllApologies- I have so many- easily amused

I'll take all the blame in the sun.

 

I love music. How can anyone see stars and hear music and smell roses and deny the majesty of Creator?

 

Segue-where will my playlist take us now?

Dylan, the man who helped me realize just how alone I'll always be, and to find the beauty in unsustainable passions.

Visions of Johanna conquer my mind as ghosts howl through the bones of her face.

Can you feel these words with me? It's a new place this world, yet pain will always sound like a harmonica when played with soul.

Author's Note

sotally tober

Reviews

[Emily B]

I've always loved visits to your page and that awesome playlist . . .

pain will always sound like a harmonica, I believe it