Main Character Syndrome
The Girl Who Hears the Soundtrack
The world’s a film, and I’m the soundtrack.
My ceiling crack maps my life better than any diary. I talk slow, like I’m narrating myself to myself. There’s a score humming behind everything, swelling with meaning I can almost name. I don’t need anyone to see me the way I see me — I just want to watch them, listen to the rhythm of how they move through their own story.
What I'm Into: the hush before the chorus, ceiling cracks as horoscopes, rain as percussion, overheard subway confessions, tea gone cold
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