The beats grow. My skin pimples at the waves of vibrations sweeping over my being. Vibrations flow through and over me, im bathing in extasy, the music grabs me and takes me to another space. All i need is here in this space, in the moment, each beat syncs with my heart... Im flying on the wings of inspiration. I wish for a second I was the music, wish i was there dancing in the sound. Hands outstretched, I grasp the air, flex my fingers and move. How can it be that in those few minutes of fleeting moments I am free...
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Tuesday, 21 August 2012
This moment...
The beats grow. My skin pimples at the waves of vibrations sweeping over my being. Vibrations flow through and over me, im bathing in extasy, the music grabs me and takes me to another space. All i need is here in this space, in the moment, each beat syncs with my heart... Im flying on the wings of inspiration. I wish for a second I was the music, wish i was there dancing in the sound. Hands outstretched, I grasp the air, flex my fingers and move. How can it be that in those few minutes of fleeting moments I am free...
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