“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
to a growing existence…
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
Shards, poised beneath pale skin, wield a slicing, heart-stopping potential. Like glistening trophies amassed to memorialize years of endured pain — grains of silica grit that grind in your organs, before being melted and cast into … Continue reading Shards through pores