Music begins,
building slowly,
pulsating;
strident;
Forcing me to the floor,
Setting off memories and dreams.
I am lost in the words,
the emotions,
Nothing exists
but the feeling;
pure energy;
Fueling,
Releasing,
Kicking off new thoughts
desires
fantasies
Never realized,
not to be realized,
stifled by a life of too many cares,
too few loves;
Empathy to the nth degree.
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