Someone sent me a CD of the Chicago sound track. I sing along, when I drive, becoming very expressive and into the plot and songs.
Singing, listening to music and dancing to music are to me as purring is to a stressed cat. These things heal me.
I was thinking, my life is a musical. I should write a musical about my life. Even though it already is a musical. I see music in almost everything, from cloud movement to the dance of the cars clashing and positioning on the freeway.
Except I can't write music.
I think it's a good idea nonetheless.
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