Music

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Music was everywhere in New York.

On the streets, buses, stores, cafés, you name it.

Truthfully, I loved it. I loved hearing music of all sorts, whether that be rock, pop or indie. I loved it all.

It spoke to me. Through the melodies and lyrics, I felt connected to the music on a whole other level. It spoke to my soul, and it was evident when I interpreted songs.

Music took control of me. I knew how to play every instrument now by simply listening to the melodies. I came up with a few songs on my own, or at least, in the process of doing so.

It was exhilarating, the feeling I got when music came along. I couldn't sit still when I heard it, I sang along every time I heard a song I recognized. Similarly, when I wrote lyrics, it all came to me. I had trouble starting songs, but once I had inspiration, their was no stopping me. My hands couldn't keep up with the ideas flowing out of my mind, the stories I had to share through the lyrics.

That's the thing. You see, I had stories to tell, ideas to convey. I wanted people to understand that they weren't alone, something to listen to when they did feel this way. I wanted people to know that even though there is pain in this world, there are struggles and unexpected changes, you can deal with it. Other people have made it through, and if you were determined enough you could, too.

That was my mission, after all. Help the people on this planet, they need it. And what better way to help some one than by helping them through a tough situation than with wise advice.

If there's anything I've learned, it's that God doesn't do it to punish you. Many people assume that, as did I at first. Then I realized that he wasn't doing it to punish you for things that you didn't do, but so you could become stronger. Like me, everyone else is here for a purpose, whether they know that or not. He knows the strongest ones, and he knows how much they can take. He gives the strongest ones more temptations and obstacles to make you stronger, and those who aren't will also be shaped to become strong. He doesn't push you to far, and if you let him, He'll fight your battles for you. You just need to let him in.

Letting people in, something I don't find easy. How can I just let someone in? I mean, yes I can talk to new people and become their friend, but I have yet to fully trust anyone here on this planet. I have yet to tell some one this secret I have. I haven't even told Michael yet.

Not even Grace or Riley or Amber knew who I really am. How was I supposed to tell them? You can't just tell people you are an angel and expect them to believe you. It's just not something that would be casually said on movie night at Grace's place.

But the truth is, it's tearing me down. I want to fit in this world, but how? If any person discovered my secret, they would simply find me to be strange. If I tried to show myself to them, they wouldn't know what to say.

Yet, with every passing day I can't help but feel guilty for keeping this from him. He was the only one who saw me, the way that he did. The only way I could potentially prove I am an angel to him would be by showing him my wings. Then maybe I could be a part of his world. That might be the key to make something beautiful, honesty.

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