Vibration in my ears, brush in my hand.

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i sit among others, a stranger to myself

lost in my find, finding footing where I stand. 

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sound finds my ears, a gentle hum.

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i’m back

i wake up. 

“i am here!” 

i shout.

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but the words i am shouting cannot be heard 

by a soul except myself 

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the hum grows louder 

it rings in my ears

you are here you are here you are here you are here.

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this vibration  grounds me, a steady pulse

reminding me i’m alive, feeling something real

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these beats these vibrations speak truths 

words cannot express

a language that resonates deep within

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my medium is my confidant, a mirror in front of my body

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reflecting beauty and chaos, all together within

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i create and destroy, thread by thread

weaving a tapestry of emotions, a mosaic of me

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in my mind’s galleries, i wander and explore

searching for insight, understanding, clarity

and in the silence, i find a sense of peace

a sense that i’m exactly where i’m meant to be

music and art, my companions in the noise

helping me navigate the ups and downs

reminding me to breathe, to feel, to process

to find my way back to myself, again and again