you let it's chords wrap around you, the sound of melting honey drawing you closer and eventually you're gone. cocooned up in the voices that lure you to a happier place and suddenly it's okay again. it's okay that everything hurts, it's okay that your thoughts are too loud in your head. and what you feel is stripped away and romanticized. and it's okay. you're okay; they can hear you. your mangled, silent sobs begging to be heard, your wordless thoughts. they know that the only reason your eyes are still as shiny is because of the film of tears that sat behind it and the only way you're still smiling is because somehow you've convinced yourself that it'll be okay. and you're enveloped in hands tighter than a hug even though they brush across your skin in tiny cold touches, your body reacting in a way opposite to what you feel.
and it's okay. it's just music. the most beautiful version of poetry and expression. and they're right. you're okay. you're okay. you're okay.
- Dina x
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