Wednesday, July 11, 2012

for the love of short stories

I could hear my heartbeat. A day with hospital visits, natural disaster, and ice cream until I heard C, F, G, and a beat. Purified I stretched beyond the daily grind. I heard dissonance, what a storm is. I heard harmony, acting together though not the same. A storm requires that. I heard my passion.

I love a good little challenge. One of my former English teachers introduced me to the 55 short story, so why not crystalize how I feel about music in 55 words? I love turning the speakers up and drowning myself in music. It sounds so CFG.

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