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music flows out. an audience transfixed. i hear notes that wash away the past, blot out the present and dance with anticipation for the future. sitting in the dark with no one around me i swirl and twirl until i feel drunk. drunk, sitting, leaning towards you. my mind a broken record. lips moving as i wonder what their kiss could bring, but then i shut the door. open it to see a boy and girl from long ago lying in the sun. it hurts their eyes, but there's no where else on earth they'd rather be. the grass under them ripples and it's a new scene. i see you in the dim corner pretending not to know i'm there. surrounded by family and friends, but i'm too scared. shaking fingers clench under the table as you slowly turn your head back. doors close behind me and i'll never know if our eyes would have met again. and now the demons come. slashing and tearing through pleasant dreams. tiny fingers curled in mine. warm winds and frilly bathing suits. disney movies and abc's. where do all the young souls go? imagination thrown together on paper by paint covered hands. who are we to play god? when does science cross the line? no one can answer these fucking questions, but they drill into my head. and jackhammer at my heart