Typed Music


I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


16. Hungry Web

In all the trillions of jumbled gifts that the internet offers me
I find nothing that satisfies the emptiness I crave to fill
It’s all just two-dimensional, surrealistic crap
That promises me more than it can ever supply
It’s all just strings of data, cords and buckles
Which lace me here, searching for satisfaction
But if you shut the door on me and let the music dream
Then, not only my feet, but my heart, soul and body would find their solution
In the intricate weave of a dance that bleeds like molten gold from the slits in my heart.



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