Sound

She wanted to write a song. She wanted to write words that could carry notes and watch as they snuck around passing them to each other like lyrical love letters.

She wanted to write metaphors that only make sense with your car window down; Anecdotes that relate to every human that dared to turn the music up; Anthems that turn the frightened into ferocious.

She didn’t want to be heard. She wanted to be spoken.

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