How I Disappear
Where did the time go. When I awoke I was where I needed to be but do not remember how I got there. I am no longer in control. My body is enduring pain, but my mind is elsewhere in perfect serenity. I was in euphoria during a moment of pure chaos. It’s as if I am paralyzed in time of greatness, but suddenly I’m ripped into a world of melancholy where all the colors are fading away. Music is the only thing preserving them and restoring them.
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