A fractional piece of your life mirrors his…
Where the cutting of his ear
Echos your love for music &
Displaying how much you’re willing to sacrifice,
Before you actually lose it.
Both somehow portraying a sense of overzealness in your craft. . .
In a parallel universe,
Exists a little corner store,
Feeling like somehow you gave them a piece of your soul,
So they could give you a piece of your old life back.
But the energy he once drew
From his deepest emotions,
As his very own muse.
Creative at heart,
Wired with passion and
The ability to feel with great depth.
Seeing and feeling beyond the human eye.
Allowing you to already see
Right through her naked body
Without exercising your naked eye.
Adopting multiple personalities and
Traits to mask yourself
Like layers of water-based paint
Forever changing and shape shifting,
& sometimes even painting over your somber mood.
Making musical references
To make sense of ramification.
Not bound to any genre
Because you experience songs as inspiration.
Subconsciously expressing emotional clues
Subliminally hidden in your favourite tunes.
Turning the music up so loud
You would think Eminem
Is throwing a private concert
In your very own room.
So out of tune with the world,
Yet still so in touch,
Beating to the rhythm of your very own drum.
Part of you hating that
The very song that moves you
Beyond the beat
Makes little sense
To everyone else listening.
But stil somewhat glad
That they’re moving their body anyway,
Interpreting the song in their own way.
The next part of your life will
Unfold a part of the answers,
Like how rhythm blends in with the blues.
Making peace with the adventure
Of finding the key in the next chapter.
One of life’s paradoxes surface,
Lingering is the thought of wanting to open doors to new things
But still feeling quite safe with all those doors closed in.
They don’t know about Your life.
They don’t know about you.
You’re perfectly okay with that.