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my mental playlist by Mariah Pompa


                                                                                                                                                    Mariah Pompa                               

                                                                                                                                                                  9/16/15

 

                                                               My Mental Playlist

It starts with a tap, hitting play, then my mind is an empty theater no more,

Music fills the edges of my consciousness, willing me to listen to the world around me and my internal playlist,

The playlist varies in genera and volume,

Drums shake the foundations of the theater, loud voices screaming lyrics as a guitar steels its back bone keeping the theater stable,

Soft piano soothes my aching head, repairing any damage from the day or the playlists erratic performances, 

Sometimes a song will start and I’m dragged under, lost in the waves of nostalgia, emotions fill the theaters vacant seats, their reactions reflect in my eyes,

Playful defiance, tragic love, and heart felt tears well at the corners of my eyes,

Pause,

I wipe them away remembering where I am, looking around no one’s noticed,

Play,

The music starts up again and the crowd remains silent,

Aware that the world still exists around them, around me, but the music pulls them back under, reaching the end of the song,

Silence

The theater is empty once more, waiting for another song to play, for the silence to end,

The stage creaks and my mind continues its playlist, lost in the simple day dreams,

Play.

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