every night he sat. every night he stared. every night he blinked as he watched the beautiful abyss that they called the sky become a light and comforting golden haven. he watched the stars that shone so brightly, lose their shine and slowly become invisible. he would breathe the air that... smelled like air. the fresh, hopeful air that filled his lungs and crept into his heart. he watched the moon that illuminated all it could... become dim, as it set towards the distant horizon. he fell into slumber as he quietly heard the signal of the sunrise. the birds quietly singing, and the tree leaves shivering as they wavered in the wind.
all this accompanied by his music.
the notes flew into his ears and swept him away into a peaceful gateway. a new dimension. a brilliant escape from the tight grasp of reality. the harmonies combining together to create a new utopia in his ears. the soft strumming of the bass pulled his own heartstrings and the treble would smoothly pull him into a cold hug. the percussion would beat to the beat of his breath, and the pumping of his blood. the percussion would beat his own chest, and fill him with all the emotions he'd want to feel. the music... oh the music. the sounds, the songs. the voices, the measures. the beats and the small things. the bassline and the treble. the percussion. the notes. the music.
the music.
he didn't know he wanted to cry. he didn't know he wanted to laugh. he didn't know he wanted to smile. he hadn't the slightest idea that he wanted to tremble. he didn't know he wanted to feel this way. he didn't understand why he felt so much. but the music. the music brought it out of him. not just the music. no, so much more. the air. the sky. the dark abyss he loved so much. the little stars that seemed to complete his small atmosphere. the trees that swayed. the music. the sky. the nature.
the music. the sky. the silent world.
he inhaled... and exhaled.
all beside the window.
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