All I am talking about is the beat. The rhythm. The binding force that drives us. I have been out of touch of late, out of rhythm. The music is not right, the bass is not falling on the right footstep. The artificial string sounds from the synth don’t move like the way my arms do.
Life is but a bother when the music isn’t right. Like the wrong soundtrack to a film.
Like the wrong word to for an action
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