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22 June, 1998
The music starts.
The beat begins.
My heart speeds up, I become breathless.
In anticipation of every key change.
In anticipation of every vocalization.
I am laid out beneath the sky.
Even though I am inside.
The walls of the cubicle become thin.
The windows vanish.
I am flying.
Hands clasped over the headphones.
I am flying.
I am outside of time.
There is no computer.
No job.
No me.
I float in between the notes.
Flying.
Flying high.
I shut my eyes and it all goes away.
Everything but the music.
It moves through me.
It tears everything away.
It brings everything back.
Me.
Not me.
The world.
The universe.
I catch my breath.
I am lost.
And found.
In the space of the score.
The world comes in.
I am nothing.
I am all.
I am falling in love.
For the first time.
Over and over and over again.
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The music pulses on.
Liquid, green, full, rich.
Goosbumps rush over my skin.
Up my spine, the shivers.
So sweet the ecstasy.
So sweet unto dying.
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And I am as thin as air
To take it all in.
This was written about music featured in Maggy's story, Grass in Colors : "While the World Sleeps" by Peter Gabriel/Deep Forest, from the Strange Days soundtrack.
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