night music.

Posted by on March 22, 2016
poetry, the night / No Comments

Headphones on, music playing. Bass beating, highs hitting.
Head bobbing, body swaying to the beat. Chair dancing.
Memories flow, feelings bubble from deep within. Chills.
Vapor flows in front of the screen, like the haze in a dream.
Forty past four in the morning, late night music therapy.