living your dream in your dream
Is music capable of being a drug? Some days we're so tired of reality we just wish to indulge in a fantastical reverie so we plug in our earphones and let the music soothe our wounds and treat them with emotional antiseptic. We savor its cathartic sting and it swallows us whole, into an isle beyond our physical existence, where only the intangible exists. Life is beautiful again, because we're not there physically. Then when this makeshift panacea is unplugged it leaves a numbing void of despair.
The silence is deafening, the silence is crushing, the silence is disturbing.
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