Whirlwind. Turmoil. Heart pixelated and fuzzy, low-rez version of what may be. Hologram obscured by mist of maybe-emotion. Path has never looked more unclear. But then, I always did love a walk in the fog. When it clears I am somewhere new and bright.
Pebbles and bare feet. Pain. Pebbles become rocks then stones then smooth ancient boulders weathered by time and experience. Climb and your experience grows. Rise above the fog, laying like a Shroediger's blanket below where you have been... the world exists and does not exist simultaneously until the uncertainty-mist clears, revealing your version of truth.
Truth is what you painted in your mind, imagining what lay beneath the fog. Your life is what you paint. Your mind projects it onto the blank construct of two dimensional space; the third dimension is time and the fourth is your perception of it, which creates the illusion of depth. No two perceptions are alike. Every person is a Universe within, and creates their own Universe without.
No one Universe is any better or more right than any other.
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The chick who sings, plays stuff with strings, and beats on things.
The voice you will never forget.
Meliesa's voice, with it's smokey lows and clarion highs, ranges from haunting beauty to spine-tingling power. She is a musical experience you will never forget!
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