Music is one of the few things that everyone can share and understand. It doesn't matter what language the lyrics are sung in, or if there are lyrics at all. Music is built off of emotion. And emotion, no matter what any one tells you, is something we all feel at some point.
People have preferences, of course. Music can be like food. Some prefer sweet, and others prefer bitter. Its all based off of your own opinions and preferences. Some like pop, others prefer classical.
Sometimes, people listen to music to lift their mood. Find the music that helps them get away from the things they're going through. Or perhaps to gain some confidence in a matter. Fast paced beats, perhaps paired with light lyrics.
Other times, people use it to hurt themselves. Listening to the darker songs, the ones that make them feel the things they don't want to. They drown themselves in the way alcoholics drown in their spirits. It hurts, but maybe they need the pain to remind them of what's happened. Or perhaps to help them to let go. After all, they say bottling up your emotions is bad. And the now conventional ways of dealing with the pain just doesn't seem to appeal.
Music can be such a wonderful thing. It can be used to heal wounds of any kind. It can bring people together. Or it can be harmful. Tearing open the wounds you spent years trying to heal, burning the bridges you tried so hard to keep from collapsing. It depends on your situation, what notes you prefer.
But for her, those notes are how she explains when she can't. If only you could hear them.
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Short Story- I plan on later drawing little things for each chapter I decide to write.
