the sound of the music playing keeps me sane.
Like your constant rebukes remind me i'm still human.
A world without the senses is a void space,
we float aimlessly into nothing, without hope, unerred, ignorant.
And yet, that minute, miniscule, little hint of a beep or a chirp,
a soft whsiper.
waves of sound however faint,
sufficient to quell the weariness reality's jagged teeth etch onto our skin.
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