Music No One Else Will Ever Hear

The heaviness creeps steadily upon me. I can feel it sneaking up, lurking delicate and desperately around the corner. I can hide from it most of the time, but sometimes the heaviness can be hard to out maneuver. It gives me a lot of practice, especially when it comes to not being noticed. Sometimes, I do not even notice myself. A camouflaged lifetime, underneath the blanket of solitary un-confinement. It is an old parlor trick I perform when I meet strangers for the first time. The last time. No time like now to hide from the onslaught of dysfunctional characteristics, which I see in myself, that no one else knows about. It is my secret, a conversation between me and myself. A lost art form, detrimental to the mentally and emotionally challenged. I’ll think about it. All of it. None of it, all at once. I know the rest of the story, as my dreams keep reminding me of it. A constant reminder of how a lifetime can and will sneak away from you when you are not looking. It is an uplifting circumstance to the melody of your contorted thoughts. A lifetime of music no one else will ever hear, except for you.