1.31.23 // Like a Symphony

I feel like a symphony.
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Each instrument, note, and crescendo is played for you.
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Perfection in performance. Years of practice, love, lust, hate, and disgust, poured out like a fine wine on an otherwise normal night, the most ideal time to celebrate this most wonderfully basic life.
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The notes pull you in, and they walk you home. Each instrument is a step towards all our final destinations. An inevitable end, of the music and ourselves.
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But we walk hand in hand knowing that music and life are meant to be shared. And in that, we feel less alone, like this moment in time, where we are just one piece of thread in a tapestry with little beginning and endless ends​.
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It is a build of bated breath before the finale, a moment, a hold, a calm, a truth, a trust. A final pull of air in our lungs before we turn to the next song, and we wait for the next symphony to play.