music: ON / world: OFF
I found the switch
not on the wall—
but somewhere behind my ribs where noise used to live.
One flick—
and the voices dissolved into something softer,
something that didn’t demand I explain my wounds.
music: ON
and suddenly the silence wasn’t empty—it was full of you.
world: OFF
and the weight slipped
from my shoulders like a coat I had outgrown but kept wearing for everyone else.
They call it escape—
I call it returning.
Because in that in-between where melody replaces memory,
I am not broken,
not questioned,
not watched.
Only felt.
So I stay there
a little longer
each night—
fingers hovering over the switch,
heart already decided.
music: ON
world: OFF
and for a moment,
I exist
exactly as I am meant to be. 💜
© Maggie – The Afterlove Voice ⚖️♾️🦉
With love
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
If you want a cheap reading, send me an email:
Afterlove-Voice@hotmail.com
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