Sometimes he longs to be the white hot center of attention
convinces himself laughter is worth something
he is somehow uplifting his fellow man.
He envisions sparkling scenarios wherein the crowd adores him
feels warmth as small muscles rearrange faces in pleasing expressions
hearts happily pumping blood to help things along.
He accepts adoration modestly and graciously as his due
he is creating memorable moments after all
someone somewhere someday may cherish one.
He holds them all within himself and yet he is somehow sad
it is a knowing sadness without tears
there may come a time when he can share them anew.
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sorta like my twitter experience.
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Exactly. Among other parallels I hope. Thanks.
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Like Beethoven or Tchaikovsky
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Music to my ears. Thank you.
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wonderfully expressive… I see you in this piece so clearly
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For better and worse I’m afraid. Thank you.
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