And it's true and I like it and it is perhaps the coolest thing I've been able to manage considering--hmm, a lot of strange things I've been feeling lately. Nothing like the magnified beating of your heart, reflected in bass guitars and percussion, colliding head-on with everybody else's life force to recalibrate your mind.
Some lines may fall short. Your words can fill them in and it'll be the same--the silent beats in between beats are the eternal pain of yearning: to be touched, and talked to, and understood beyond realms.
Wicked thing, these drums.