The songs I'll Never Sing

sweet music

You'd have loved Hozier. Sometimes I dream of his songs blasting through the radio, driving around everywhere and nowhere in the middle of the night. Through the dark Forrest and warmly lit highways. No destination in mind. The windows down as warm air runs over our skin. Music so loud we can nearly hear one another sing.

Those nights were always healing for me. I hate that I can't find the joy in them anymore. I don't go driving and listen to music anymore.

My music blasts in my headphones at home as feelings roll though me, but it doesn't make me feel free anymore. It makes me feel... Everything. All the emotions I've ever felt. A lifetime of love and pain, symphonies to my aching soul.