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My mind weaves intricate stories drawn from unused melodies and forgotten forests, from the silence between two heartbeats and the held breath before the wave comes crashing down. Everything hung by a thread in suspense, can go either fairytale or nightmare but I'm not scared, you are, the mind says, and I believe her for a second until I remember There would be no beauty without pause. My mind keeps on weaving and I leave the well-trodden path for my heart to respect the gaps to put gravity into my fairytales and stars into my nightmares to maintain the silence in between the notes I play ...