Unwritten Notes

Macalister Bali
Jan 17, 2025
1 min read

Updated: May 18

Writing feels like therapy,

A quiet space where thoughts are freed,

I never understood its power,

But I think I always needed it indeed.

Music feels like a gentle tide,

Washing over the shores of my soul,

Each note a balm to wounds inside,

Making broken pieces whole.

Words and melodies entwined,

Healing in ways I never knew,

Together, they soothe my restless mind,

And help me see the world anew.

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