Rivière coule en vous.
In English, River flows in you.
I feel as if this piece describes me.
Soft, yet strong and full of emotion. Sad, hurting, yet beautiful regardless.
When I listen to this, flashes of my childhood play through my head. Good and bad.
I see myself twirling around in my grandparents living room, those visions then being replaced by those of my grandparents moving almost across the country.
Visions of my small self hiding in my room.
Day dreaming of a better place.
Images of my grandfather smiling, when him and I were in a better state. No depression to cloud our minds. Though, his 90 year old mind can't take anymore clouds than it already has.
When I listen to this piece, I see my grandmother.
I believe God gives us guardian angels when we need them most, she is mine.
She's visited me once in my dreams.
A very vivid dream at that.
She spoke to me, as if I had really been there with her, not dreaming at all.
"You're going to make it."
"I miss you too, so much."
"I love you."
They say, when you die, you take your most beautiful form. That is how people see you if you choose to let them.
She looked beautiful.
In my last writing, I had spoken on love.
My grandmother, she is love.
This piece makes me feel love, hate, depression, anxiety.
All of which are aspects of my life.
We all have something that moves us, makes us feel an uncertain amount of emotions all at once.
Mine is music.
What's yours?
