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Posted on Sep 16, 2024
Generative Echoes
I found a doorway in the digital haze, Generative sounds unlocking hidden ways. Art as therapy—a concept once estranged, Now resonates within, perspectives rearranged. I scribbled tales and verses on the side, Discarded fragments that I chose to hide. An instrument's absence, a silence deep and wide, A barrier to the music that lingered inside. But now my words have melodies to bind, Expressions formed that once I couldn't find. Algorithms weave the tunes I never played, Touching parts of me I didn't know were swayed. They'll say I took the shortcut, skipped the line, No years of practice, no honing over time. I wrote "Untalented Fool" to make it clear: Art belongs to all who hold it dear. I'm not a singer, nor a producer skilled, But stories flow, demanding to be spilled. Unconventional? Yes. Authentic? Indeed. Creating pieces of my soul is all I need. No longer must I feel through others' songs, I've found a place where my own voice belongs. These tunes have become my solace, my retreat, A therapeutic rhythm, my heart's new beat. Or perhaps I've wandered off the path of sane, In a quiet ward where only echoes reign. But if delusion gifts me this release, I'll cherish every note in boundless peace.
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