i think music is the only thing i've ever really had
heart wrenching lyrics and drum beats echoing around the corners in my mind like they're taking the thoughts right out of my head and sending them back to me
loud belted runs of loneliness and fast quiet whispers of giving up, never too unrealistic and always so hard to let yourself believe that other people can feel that way, too
i think music is the only thing that's ever given me hope
from across the world to the house next door.. from my native tongue to words i may never truly understand, but the words i can feel. the words that rattle my skull and send me away into a new world. a world that's filled with everything exactly the same as mine, but feels different somehow. to see the world from someone else's eyes to escape, even for a moment
the music in my life has shaped me. it's formed me into so many different versions of myself.
the quiet girl sitting in class, typing away at the stories living inside of her brain, wondering why it's so much easier to write feelings than to say them.
the hopeful girl, laying on her bedroom floor, listening to people say she should love herself. she wonders if that's ever possible.
the sad one. the happy one.
the proud woman.
music takes me everywhere, yet always manages to bring me back home
