Surround Sound
I plug in my earbuds, press play, and close my eyes
My head leans back as I am enveloped in the song
and I breathe.
I feel like fire
Not only do I hear the music, but the music hears me
I can feel it plucking at my heartstrings and pouring into my soul
it feels like ice cold flame igniting
a temporary refuge where I don't have to be
a standard an expectation a comparison
I don't have to be anything other than me.
As the song comes to an end
so does my imagined reality
but I am not ready yet
so I hit replay
again and again I hit replay
I need time to breathe still
Because a fire can be smothered
and I am not ready to be put out
not yet
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