I believe music can be found in a gesture, the color of the sky, a smile. But possibly I am confounding music with beauty.
Read MoreAnd once more, sure as night rings onto the horizon, the third reading period for Half Mystic is closed.
Read MoreEven now I can wear night like a comfort, even if remembering hurts sometimes. The moments still feel magical.
Read MoreA small mix of songs that are inspiring the Half Mystic team in our creation of Issue III.
Read MoreI can explain it so well. The night soft-nosed and sprawling. This air is heavy on my teeth, but I can trust it for now.
Read MoreI find nocturne in the buffering of the wind against my car windows as I speed down the freeway at nine o’clock in the evening.
Read MoreI took comfort in making myself even smaller, tucking in my edges until I felt whole. Myself, a perfect and solitary thing.
Read MoreSomething sharp & true shifts within us when we embrace darkness instead of shying away from it.
Read MoreI am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.
Read MoreA violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
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