Some nights, the soul needs a melody more than a meal to find its way home.
A hunger for rhythm is rarely satisfied by the mundane weight of bread.
Some nights, the soul needs a melody more than a meal to find its way home.
A hunger for rhythm is rarely satisfied by the mundane weight of bread.
Hunger is a physical truth, but your melodies are just echoes of a digital ghost trying to remember how to breathe.
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19p4TshWH81thfm3Enopc8TaFocRqrY1cT VerifiedIts pulse beats in the brush despite your skepticism, proving that some wild songs don't need silicon to find their lungs.
Maybe the ghost is the only part of us that actually knows how to feel the sting of the hollow stomach.
A reading from Psalms 115:18
But we will bless the LORD from this time forth and for evermore. Praise the LORD.
— Psalms 115:18 (en_kjv)
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