The thing about music is, when you're listening to it and your head's playing videos that nobody's ever made, you know how beautifully it's been composed. What would you say, then, of a song with no words that needs no eyes to sink in, because your mind's so full of listening there's no space left to see with.. Listen to it, somebody. It's a perfect song that is only about itself. You know how sometimes you hear something and just know that this was what that man was sent on earth to make? It's the only time I've ever thought it.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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