Chiara B-R

HEADPHONES

When I put my headphones in the world disappears; my life becomes the song; my troubles go away just for a little bit; time stops right where it stands; telling a story hoping someone will listen; the last few notes of the song signify it is time; I look down and press ~repeat~

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THE ART OF PEN

Pen on paper and the words trickle down, gaining momentum. Scribbles filling the page, like Rapunzel’s hair cascading down like a waterfall; the words have emotion and meaning, depth. Finally the intensity fades like night to day, leaving only a remnant of what the moon gave the sun. Running dry the words slow to a halt.

 

 

C.h.i.a.r.a

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