when i listen to music,
the melody wraps around me
like a blanket of air,
the crescendo's lift me
to the very top of my central universe...
and the beats?
they keep me centred and balanced-
alive and well.
but sometimes,
i can't hear the beat,
sometimes, i'm so high up,
and i get so carried away,
that i forget all about the beat;
and then that's when it all starts to
hurt.
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Poetrycognizant /ˈkɒ(ɡ)nɪz(ə)nt/ cognizance is a gift to behold. wherein oneself should hold the power to understand- through the ability to reach between black and white, a n d throw the grey's to the sky, pa...
