Relaxxx [[Crappy Writer's Block Writing]]

I put on "30 Minutes" By t.A.T.u.
I sit with my elbows on the table and cover my face with my hands.
I sit and listen. Listen to everything. The 2 voices singing with one in the background, the piano, the soft tones, the lyrics.
I am almost crying, but my heart is so light, a burden carried by the world for 3 minutes and 16 seconds.
I relax, slowly, each muscle becoming more and more loose.
My mind fixes on only the music, nothing but the song.
The notes are floating around my newly cleared mind and my body is so light.
I listen to the girls laughing on a carousel. In the sky. That they shape... with their eyes...
The music drifts me onto that carousel with the piano singing and the bomb ticking.
The bomb's ticking and no one knows how long we have, and how well we'll spend that time.
But it turns out we have 30 minutes.
30 minutes to shoulder the blame.
I make designs with my mind as I focus on the sounds and play with the light leaking through my eyelids.
Swirling, twirling, mixing as the colors intertwine, become something new and divine.
That wasn't supposed to rhyme.
[[Neither was that]]

I relax.
Relaxing is the answer.

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