You get to a point where the music is so loud

That you can’t distinguish between your own heart-beat

And the music’s…

The music is alive, living with you—

It can love, and all it loves is you

Two heartbeats, combined to make one

Fading between the manifest and the un-manifest

For once, nothing matters except what you feel,

What you love…

Not what you drink or what you smoke

What you wear or who you fuck

No one is sizing you up; judging;

Planning for a future that is almost guaranteed

To leave you a train-wreck

Before you die;

Now, there is no future to plan—

Not one that matters.

All you need… all you love…

Is the Music:

Someone’s heart and soul

Entering your own heart and soul

You are no longer alone;

There are others like you…