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its monday night. the swirls of sound flood through the windows. they pinprick my skin. my body flattens and folds. the light explodes and splinters stab the wall. the swirls grow thick smoke that forms a haze over the room. dust falls and sprinkles the clouds with grey specks. but the sound still drifts, unaltered. its what keeps the blood pumping. every note is a heart beat. what we can't see can't hurt us. the masses try to conform your beliefs. the whispers grow to a fuzzy radio station. the tuner broke and you're on your own. you choose silence but that fades fast when your thoughts won't leave you alone. security rescues the victim but never save the day. i'm scrawling my life for you to see but the quiet that makes up your bones shows no response. i'm flat on the floor with eyes so big. the look meets the love. the light dances through the window onto my wrinkled dress. the mascara runs on the apple of my cheeks. your eyes warm my skin. i can feel your love when you ease your stern look. you blink understandingly. now we're both flat on the floor. the sun pours in and showers your dirty t-shirt. my fingers trace the outline and twist patterns. the breath collides and becomes rehearsed. the steady patter of the dogs feet fades down the hallway. this is right. this is right. the crisp air outside decides for them. nature answers their every question. the trees nod and give advice. the advice is follow your heart where ever it brings you. we vow to live by the statement. and now its on. onto the truth. we will live the truth. we will lead our lives. we will be in love... and she keeps telling herself, this is right. this is right.