The crickets chirp softly while the burling roll of traffic glides on by. It’s nearly silent tonight. Even the dogs rest idly by peering through the fence at nothing but space free to roam. I pity them, though love them dearly. This concrete jungle isn’t for them. They need green, they need freedom.
I look at them with heavy eyes, sullen with guilt for taking them…but where would they be if not here?
The catching gleam of sound, something grasps hold of the spirit and rides a current of passion enclenched within terror.
The heart beats rapidly, freely, gaining wings from the ecstasy of music cascading the soul.
Sweet melodies caress endearing spirits waiting to take flight.
Leaving, fleeing, flying.
C’est La Vie
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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