tarajso
When the night is filling your ears like water
When your eyes are dry and blurred so every light dances in a haze
When your home is just around the corner
When the night is ending and the sky is dyed a pale lilac
I am close to sleep
Drums. Drums. Drums. The beat of the sticks against the skin echoes in my heartbeat, and I feel the rhythmn flowing in my bloodstream. My bones are a beat, my soul a fire. The music makes me whole.