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Sometimes something on the radio could move me, and I'd find myself singing along without realizing it. I like how I can feel the music running through me, like water into water. When I listen I can feel myself fragmenting.i feel everything shattering, everything that was whole was turning into different colors. And when those pieces come together again, I feel rearranged. Whole.
With each note into the next, each song into the next. I'll close my eyes and rest my head first on the back of the seat, and then the cool glass of the window. Each time it is different, I'm never aware if the things that surround me. I'm only ever aware of the different colors of the voices that sing. Of the perfect silence of music.




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