– 75 beats per minute –
6:47 AM: the sun rises as my feet drop down onto the carpet.
7:50 AM: volume reads “max” as I pull out of my driveway.
9:00 AM: an enthusiastic “hello!” echoes through the room as I’m approached by my target.
. . . . . . . . .
5:15 PM: volume reads “max” as I pull away from the labor of my day.
5:18 PM: lyrics touch me in a way that’s almost karmic.
Time no longer exists.
Every sound, every feel, every sense, stuck in a world of grey.
And then there’s you.
– 115 beats per minute –
7:06 PM: my eyes glued to your words as if they need to be guarded.
7:16 PM: all of my attention on the 4 inch display, just waiting for you to play.
9:45 PM: no words. no symbols. no activity. Just as you’ve done to my heart, I’ve done to these feelings of today, discarded.
– 60 beats per minute –