Everything has it's own beat. And everyone has their own rhythm. Would people would believe me crazy? If I told them of the constant beating in my ears, or the bass tones when I walk. This world is an illuminated array of sounds.
How many steps you take to get away.
How many throats crack.
How many eyelashes flutter.How many teeth click.
Infinity plus one blinks.Infinity plus one breaths.
And, how many thoughts have you conjured?They too - have sound.
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I can never get my posts to look as kool as yours :(
btw the song from my blog is called broke hearts and concrete floors. No one likes it, but i'm in love with that song.
I just read this again, and it totally reminded me of the book by John Schezka or however the hell you spell his last name. it has something to do with math....
Yay! I always thought I was a schizo little kid for hearing everything move, not matter how quiet it was. I actually got really freaked out by it. Then it kind of left... :(
But sometimes it comes back.
Yeah, it's left me too...
but it comes back for it's vengeance.
every now and then
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