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Circle Two

I feel like I’m floating with my eyes closed, carried by a current moving slowly beneath me. I don’t want to look.

I’m so angry that, to avoid hurting anyone, I never let myself find the strength to fight back. I just kept filling up more and more, until I was stuck floating, not listening anymore.

For as long as I can remember, music has been the one thing that could actually reach me, making me listen and feel again.

I’m not swimming yet, but my eyes are open.

dopamina

I feel electricity running through my body: a release in grey and yellow.
Sometimes the noise is so loud it blinds me.

Deep Deep Everything

I look at myself in the mirror, trying to see an old photograph of myself as a child. I can’t see him, but I know he’s smiling at me.

childhood

I find that I always try to insert pieces of my childhood self. I want to remember through familiar sounds, voices, places.
I’ve forgotten what it means to play just for fun, or to get hurt because you’re not afraid to throw yourself in.

toccare:collidere

You know the space between two fingers touching? Sometimes a spark appears.
If I ever had to think about what I want to become, I want to be that spark between the fingers: a connection between two charged bodies, a release of energy, a new life.

karmakey

wtf

sexy anger

🖕🏻

angel

You know when you hold your head underwater and hear only a muffled sound?
That’s what I’ve learned to listen to while floating. The voices overlap into a single weave.
It’s reassuring and dangerous at the same time, but I’ve never been able to see anything rotten in it. Through closed eyelids I read books colored white.

Malanni

i miss you