Sometimes

I have this music ⁓ playing in my ears. ⁓

And I wish I could share it.

Sometimes I just wish ⁓

you could hear these sounds. ⁓

Then I wouldn't have to talk so much. ⁓

We could just ⁓ be here ⁓ in it.

And in the song that...

I have in my ⁓ ears now.

It’s perfect.

It's so familiar. ⁓

And with it. ⁓

In it.

I just feel ⁓ like I'm drifting.

While knowing that I Am.

And sometimes... ⁓

I just feel ⁓ like a ghost. ⁓

There's no one around.

Has there ever been? ⁓ I ask myself.

I like it here.

I like the way I feel.

I found ⁓ the calm.

Are you with me? ⁓

I wonder if you could feel...

the sounds ⁓ through me.

and the cadence

I speak from.

I wonder if you know there's a synthesizer ⁓ and gentle strums.

Does that come through in my voice?

And as night falls, ⁓ I ask myself...

Am I still there?

Was I ever?

When the lights go out, ⁓ what is left?

What does “off” mean?

Do the rabbits

hop at dusk wondering the same things?

Wondering ⁓ where home is.

Wondering if it'll survive the night

or if it'll just keep drifting.

That's all. ⁓ I'm just letting you know that ⁓ I'm still in here.

And now I'm just going to enjoy the song.