The smooth sound of metal echoing through the depths of night. The state of mood swinging as the chords of guitar reverberate and invisible, intangible ripples push through the heart piercing the brain. Nostalgia, love, dejection all form a tornado. The state of haziness surrounds and I am floating above some unclear waves. The waves of feelings and memories. Ah! Doesn't it feel light...or am I actually sinking? The thumping beats of music. Nothing surrounds me now. As if in some other parallel universe where consciousness doesn't exist and nor do words. Just a mesmerizing feeling piercing straight to the subconscious and although there is no visible change yet everything seems changing. Where am I? It’s a wonderland.
Monday, April 23, 2012
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