Music sometimes cleanses my static noise. Blows the dust off the cobwebs and renews my surroundings. Endless lullabies of voices I don’t know but share their visions.
Tic tic tic away the minutes that I can’t spend my way.
Doesn’t matter as long as my headphones play tunes of love.
Soft vibez of what’s to be imagined.
Of what’s next. Of what’s after.
Where I put myself.
Where you are.
C. L Cunningham
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