Strobe Light Blind Spot

So pleased I wore white under those black disco lights. Music, my drug of choice! I pried inspiration out of a mirror ball. Spinning frequencies for lower falls. The other DJs wouldn't even play my tracks, so I melted down wax. In spite of spite, I always find, myself in the lyrics and inside the beat. There are bruises in these bones and epic battles in this brain. It will never be... but we can hum the melody. In that minute, there was no wasteful mediocrity or senseless fights. In that blind spot, there was a strobe light.