Moving to the music being pumped into my ears is a second nature; only breathing comes before it.
Sitting on a bus, going somewhere and a half, my foot moves around like it’s conducting an orchestra of what’s coming through my headphones.
My fingers tap the sides of my phone,
Head nodding subtly to the rhythm;
It’s only when I ask myself “What is there to write about?” that I realize that the music has already taken me –
Sending 4 over 4s through my veins, bass and treble through my capillaries,
nervous system fully synced with my current bop’s beats per minute, and I respond accordingly –
even while typing this, my subconscious is a subwoofer, the way I move to the music without thinking; my crown chakra tunes in to the tune’s vibrations.
I almost miss my stop, and I hurry out the backdoor, but from my seat to pounding pavement, I haven’t missed a beat. – RSM