at once i'm wrapped around that voice. the pulse of the bass. you look good in the red dress. i'm glued to my lcd. still hooked on cellophane. seated comfortably in the recesses. all i see. going going gone.
compelled to everything and nothing. they collide and create stasis. zero sum game. descending synth line. poof. it's gone.
replaced by reverb and placid beats. in time to each heart beat. a simple bend and release. gently coaxing, soothing, imploring relief. fade out.
enter melody. rising with ease, falling with repose. x + y. i can't choose to be alone. lush, contrasted against a palette of colourful rhythm. i listen as i watch them paint. carving images from sounds.
transform transform. with every song reborn. continue thought process.
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