caught up

singing somehow grounds me, reminds me none of it is real, none of it matters, at least not the parts where love is absent. reminds me to look differently, to remember the differences between being heard, seen, and understood. reminds me to look at self-preservation as the necessity it is, and to sink into the music more deeply than the words. think we all get caught up and need to find ways to leave fear behind and find confidence in the singular truth of need. how else can we can help one other without this admission?

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