I closed the front door of my house quietly, then leaned back against the wall. That name. I'd never heard such a beautiful name before. Mind in a daze, I slowly shuffled up the stairs to my bedroom. I just couldn't stop thinking about that name! Finally, the face had a name, and now it was plaguing my mind just as badly.
Zahra. When you look at it, it doesn't seem like much. When she said it though, that was something magical. The air was alive with electricity, her voice sent thousands of sparks running through my body, all the way to my fingertips. I know, stereotypical metaphorical garbage, but a better way to describe the feeling I will never find.
Zahra. The name that changed. Everything.
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.