In that beat my fear turned to brightness, my resolve gave way to keening. You cut the brake lines. You sent me shooting through space.
I was a willing sucker. I wanted it. I sang for the rushing of blood. I begged for the horses to be set free. I called forth the wildness – and that’s where you stepped in.
You are the untamed ocean. You are the promise of rain. I was a desert, thirsty for the return of the sky.
You fed me a flood. I duly drowned.
In the resulting sea of flowers I call out your name, a dazed croak in the vastness. It is said that in the middle of nowhere a single voice cannot be heard, yet that won’t stop me.
I used to believe I knew music – now I’m a dancer. That no one else is watching is no reason to sit down. Even now…I still fly through the air for you.
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