I’ve listened to my favorite song of all time for the first time. Could I have known I could feel like this? For the second time, I listen; did the world had these colors? Could it ever had? And the third. Had I this piece of me? The fourth and I found it, a version of “me” comes up. Was it the favorite song, the spotlight to this dimension of me, this world within me? The song echoes within me and a new piece is molded. The 200th time. Doesn’t matter. I want to live some more, ‘ til the next play, the next, and so on — as the music echoes, I echo, we all echo.
