I sometimes feel my ipod knows exactly how I feel. Every song is perfect. I used to always feel I need a muse – a source of inspiration – to be able to write. I think I’ve found one. Something that gets the words out. Something I didn’t have before.
If only I could be so bold. It’s how the story goes. Spiritual enlightenment at the gym? Maybe. Something about pride; strong and unified. Celebrate each minute before you press fast-forward.
Walks away under a silver moon, and I’m at ease. C’mon, take your place. 2kms. Juxtapose. An endless grey. A new kind of silence. A slip exposed beneath her dress. Silk. The way he liked it.
I want more.
Whatever he’s selling.
Whatever you want to hear.
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