It doesn’t exist. I know it’s not real, but I cannot deny an idealized creative connection shakes my real, blowing my mind…

There’s a note

in his lines

that reads me

like a book,

idea creatures

from my life

when I feel

so intensely

my hand takes

a fistful of shirt

covering the lost

part of my heart,

and I cry

real steams I lick

from my lippout,

savoring the flavor

of feeling found

(REGARDLESS

if it’s real

OR not,

at least for a time;)

The Magic in music is palpable sometimes, love.

(Honestly, I feel so silly, but I have to release these thoughts or they keep bubbling in my brain like champagne shaking to blow its top off!!!)