Drabble #7: I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat.

I scream the lyrics and whisper the beat. I listen to your song never on repeat, but before the last cadence comes to an end - it's just one touch to start it over again.

At times the dreams, they look so real. At times I would try and fail to feel, but I like the way you look at me - always burning with a slight intensity.

Wait, your magic has left me only wanting more. Wait, this isn't what I thought it was before, but the song's still playing, just patiently fading - never ending, never beginning, only hoping - I sing.

Drabble #5: I'm so close

I’m so close to living the life I want.

I see it every day. I hear him read his soul. I feel her sing her heart. I am the difference between trying and doing. I’ll call myself an artist; that will make me one. Look at me, trying to be a piece of art. I’m beautiful, or not. I need you to judge me mercilessly, to have opinions about me, trite or deep.

Do you see it yet? The art that I have become. Am I giving you all that I am? Am I doing it? Am I doing it?