Shorts

The Music

Turn up the music and avoid your problems, at least, thats what I'd always done.
Whether I'd just bombed the latest Chemistry quiz, or my betta fish had just died, I always handled everything the exact same way; I put my headphones in and turned my music all the way up.
I couldn't hear a thing of the outside world.
It was just me and the music.
And thats just the way I liked it.
Sometimes I sit outside with my music and think. I watch the wind rustle the leaves of the oak tree in my yard, or the children down the street go whizzing past on their bicycles.
My train of thought has no track, I like to think it flies, almost like something from Back to the Future, but with less time travel.
I believe that music allows you to travel through time, you just have to really listen.
You can hear, and feel, whatever that artist was going through at that time.
You can sense the tear drops falling onto the pages during an emotional song.
The power ripping through their veins in an anthem to their success.
The raw emotion put behind a love ballad.
All these songs came forth through a certain circumstance.
Typically, that event is unknown to the common listener.
But if you really sit down and listen, you'll know.
You'll know that the artist was going through rough times, maybe even the worst time of their lives.
Or
You'll know that said artist was going through possibly one of the most euphoric phases in their lives, and they were kind enough to want to share it with us, the common listeners.
Today was one of those days where I wanted nothin more than to stare at the ceiling and listen to my favorite albums on repeat.
Just listening. Not thinking, barely functioning, and it made me want to write. It made me want to share the feelings that music can give.
Music can share love.
Music can share hate.
Music can share anything it wants to in any form it sees fit.
We the listeners,
Just have to listen.