Its been a while.
Lately,
I have been giving life to unfinished jazz songs that, for some reason, only play in my head.
The chords play in harmony with my fleeting thoughts, and when I try to grasp a hold, the chords radiate into air.
Then, a new song begins and the cycle continues.
Thoughts have absorbed some kind of foreign machinery virus, its the cause of many unfinished speculations,and a blurred misconception of change.
There's this cave I found thousands of years ago deep in my dreams.
Sometimes its hard to come back but the cave is always there and I always find it.
I spent most of my time gathering unfinshed thoughts and stuffing them in this cave,I feel they are the most safe there.
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