I am above the clouds,
Playing some playlist on YouTube
That makes me feel
That I belong.
Melody and rhythm heal my soul,
Vibrations radiate through me.
I feel.
It tingles all over, but I feel emotion
Starting to prick me all over violently
As if the blood was rushing back into my body.
I feel distant because I am a prisoner to home,
But yet I have more time to think about what I'm feeling.
It tingles.
It's kind of funny how I listen to everybody's ailments,
But I never want to bother those I love most with them.
It's the way I am, I do not open up unless necessary.
I have a lot of problems, believe me,
But I slowly heal,
Day by day,
From the stories of those I've helped
Or alleviating their suffering even a little bit.
For those whose paths I've crossed,
On purpose or just because,
And made an impression.
Rewind.
Stop.
Play.
Repeat.
This is why I sound like a broken record.
I'm broken, but I repeat the same tune
That vibrates at my core
To help others.
