Music to me is my serene place,
My own get away in my mind
and unearths me into a state of thought.
Everything racing and going around rotating
like a food processor shearing it all up
and assembling for the consumption
trying to make sense of the real world.
Bass is levitated and I can feel the vibe
throughout my veins journeying
from cranium to metacarpals
like a quick jolt of static.
It’s what makes the hairs on my neck raise
it’s what makes me get up in the morning
and sleep at night. I thirst for it
like a new born infant’s hunger for its mother’s milk.
I desire it like the Sun and Moon
and the stars along with the clouds;
The whole fucking sky is gone and disappeared
and all you have left
his a half working pair of headphones and the impervious melody’s echoing in my ears.
And now it’s all black.