I wrote this on the last days of 2012.
Before life and feelings, we experience tragedy.
When love escapes through my fingers, I must stop.
The subtle yet completely overwhelming happiness of today is the meaning of all days.
Music is happiness.
Friends my friends.
I find less blocks to express and a few more ways to be myself.
When the interactions become clearer and more open, I smile.
Every third breath, I think of love.
My heart that feels so emotional.
Chords. Ring ring. Sing song.
How did I come to doubt the world?
Good night.
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