I cocoon myself
inside a pair of headphones
and float, listening
To synthesized drums
and lush, perfectly arranged
machine-tuned voices.
They are a passport
granting me welcome access
to a warm refuge.
Pain follows me through:
my blank constant companion,
inked in indigo.
Horizons darken.
But here, in the melodies,
I find clarity.
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