When I'm Alone

When I'm alone
the colors pop
and lines curve unnaturally,
creating a new atmosphere
where I am not me.
I fly, I soar,
slicing the clouds.
My fingers pluck at an acoustic guitar,
stringing together notes and chords
that would never have met.
I jump and dodge,
swing and hit,
the hero.
The master.
The creator.
The writer.





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