Thursday, July 16, 2015
Playlist III, July 2015: An Increase in Eclectic
It started with an observation, a subjective perception of something others may or may not have seen. But I saw it. Smelled it. Felt it. Tasted it, briefly. And the music... oh, the fucking music...
Then that drunk mixture of euphoria and paranoia. Panic and elation. Familiar, yet entirely different. Smiles borne of inspiration not felt in a long, long time. If ever before.
And when it all subsides, I still wish I could dance.
July 16, 2015
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