When light reaches the walls of my bedroom, I am quietly reminded that the wrestle with words will resume. I used to think that freedom is words. That it could be captured only through speech or writing. Well, I'm sick of words. I rather watch from a distance. Watch the dimples appear in his apple cheeks. Watch the ripples in the river.

Here are some songs without words, which I like to listen to when I'm gazing and wandering. Maybe you will like them too.

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