· poetry

I can't sleep; I lay down but my heart is awake, yearning, longing, aching; I feel I may bleed out poems from my eyes.

I hunger. I thirst.

Music is my food, art is my wine, love is my drug.

Music speaks to a place deep in ones soul, a hidden corner of capacity we didn't know we had; music is the gateway to higher connection, through it we can feel God.

Everything I feel is nothing. Everything I feel is everything.

I hunger. I thirst.

Dance is my food, circus is my wine, love is my drug.

I can't sleep; my body is tired but my heart lays awake, starring up at the stars and wondering what lays beyond.

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