Written by my wonderful sister, therese19
The smoke curled from my lips. In breaths. The music soothed my soul. Sitting underneath the spotlight I let my reflection lay on the table. I leaned back and rested my head on the seat behind me. I was calm. The music jolted the club. I was surrounded by the music. Only music. Not my problems. Not my fears. Not my insecurities. I was not alone. Music. Music was with me.
--Therese Claxton
I hadn't known that she was a poet until this, but she definitely is. I'm so impressed. I love her.
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anitamusing) wrote,
impressed
