violins

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the weather's changing rapidly
rainy, sunny, hot, cold, windy, humid.

everything is out of control.
all of a sudden surrounding me, i see void humans and walls trapping me in a dark square.
dull yellow lights shining on a wooden stage looking platform and i'm right in the middle,
void males on varnished oak chairs holding violins up against their necks.

the ground beneath me turns into yellow-brown wood, and the void males stand up and start playing their music.

fast, slow, faster, faster, faster, its getting louder.

they walk closer and closer, i'm losing my ability to breathe.

the music is too rushed, too loud, it's closing me in and i feel my body trembling till i break out in a cold-hot sweat.

"it's all in my head."

this time it isn't.
this isn't all in my head.
this is real.
it has to be real.

the music's getting louder!
it's going through my body, into my heart, through my veins.

if i could make it sound less descriptive then i would but i'm not exaggerating this description, it's just how it is, it's so powerful, i feel it pumping up my heart and my blood, it tastes so red, bright and honey-like and i can feel it melting through me and cutting through my skin at the same time.

there's cylinders of my body rolling out of place and on the floor, this feels like a panic attack but it's something worse, it's something so bizarre and the violins are so loud in my ears, in my body, i can't even see clearly anymore, just a blur of tall, black, empty-bodied males and yellowish lights shining on orange-brown wood and it's too much for my brain to take in, it's so overwhelming and i love it so much that i start crying, hot tears streaming out of my eyes down my cheeks and in a split second, my face is wet and so is my neck and everything's warm, holding me tightly, so safely and the violins slow down to a lullaby tune.

i close my eyes, in hope that they never see light again.

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