Welcome, listener.

Stop pulling my eyelids up, floating melodies

You trickle down my ear canal into the recesses of my audio-translation-cavity of my cerebral cortex

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hear with my ears the beauty of life and the power these waves have crashing into the holes in my head.  Pulsing my brain continues to read, write, and not tire, yet exhuast.  Sending elation to my soul, which is impossible.  Where does it go?  It eminates through the body to create an aura in which the soul is confined.  Freed.  You run around like I used to.

But not depressed (down-and-out, more so), with a windy toy and old portraits.  I had that once, the music used to play.  But it plays no more.  Not the music I long for.  The music I wish to never have again.

I wish I could hear it again.  Right?  Yet I push it away from my soul because I feeaaaarrr what might happenagainifidrownmyselfinit.

I am not careful, and that is my problem, my fear.  It may take me over if I do not take myself and control my eyelids now, and then, and even then will it matter to me that I must take into account when not to only close my eyelids but also my soul to perhaps to a bird or horse or dog that may again try to steal it I stay away from them all.  

But they are one, and I want them together but in a different form and I will one day have it.

If it is in His will.  Thank God I don’t have to do this on my own.

Seriously. 

Thank You.