My body pulses to the rhythm
as if it were automatic,
my arms dance around me without notice.
My eardrums hear nothing
save the beat that seems to be going somewhere.
I lose myself
in its journey.
I feel the music. I live the music.
And in a second it’s gone.
My eardrums hear, simply, nothing.
Where is that feeling of being lost somewhere else?
I feel alone. Is this what reality feels like? I hate it.
I’m cold, I’m alone.
That rhythm
that jive
the tapping in my toes,
it helps me forget that I belong to something else.
A different journey, a different reality.
The beat is still there
somewhere
with someone else,
but it leaves me alone.
I can’t feel the music, but I long to.
I long for the music of life.
Who doesn’t want to live?