Long are the hours I invest myself in reading. 100 pages and then only am I done for the day. Sometimes outside the light has fallen and risen but I am sunk in depths of my book.
I am in Africa, hungry and starving. I am in Verona, caressing my love. I am everywhere yet no one knocks my door expect the wind and the salesman.
Music has leapt into my body and it flows through my mind. It is my tranquilizer, equalizer and emanciater. Without music are we not just not living in dystopian way.
It is music that fills me, and makes me live for. Without it I have no cause to live on.