*commotion*

sometimes when the world stops spinning all i hear is the noise beneath my skin.

no silent shouts, no empty sounds

a drastic turn of commotion.

sometimes the sound is soft and light, like caligraphy written music notes

a treble clef, a double bass,

each sound a moving notion.

other time the music screams like boy bands on adreniline

with sweaty palms and desperate pitch

angry and imposing.

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likes

• fashion magazines
• nearly being on holidays
• preparing for my birthday
• the office (US)
• world music
• knits

dislikes

• messages from past people bringing up old feelings
• saying goodbye at the end of a perfect day
• roadkill
• new chemical addictions
• the cold
• boys