12 July 2015

The Chase

I chase. 
I chase things that make my heart beat faster; a rhythm, a beat, that which makes my soul dance. 
I chase.
I chase vision and sound, one note, one stroke, and then the next and the next.... For that is music. That is art. 
I chase. 
I chase that which hunts me, for the hunter will forever be the prey. As I am the predator. As I am hunted by thought, and emotion, by passion and sensation; by a mind, and a soul. 

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