maxence cyrin – where is my mind

Haunting keys, like the kind you find as the leaves curl in the wind around the lamp post of a cobble stone street of a January day, in the corner of your mind from the movie you can’t seem to place, all of the color of the movie and the color of the day seems to be washed away, standing frozen without a thought or a care, you slowly come to and slowly become aware, that the bellowing soprano never arrived and the words were never whispered alive, the thoughts never came and the smile came across your face, as you put the song in its place, heard the last note fade, and turned and walked away, and you, so proud of yourself, laughed and asked yourself,’where is my mind?’

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