For me, music has been my greatest crutch: every bad day is accompanied by music, whether it has been the radio, my iPod, or just songs in my head.
Somehow, my music seems to say so much that I am unable to say. It’s just nice knowing that I am not alone in that moment.
When someone asks me how I’m feeling, I just want to say “listen to this song” because it can say how I’m feeling so much better than I ever can.
It’s strange when you think about it because if you write down all your feelings and add some music, you can have a very powerful song. It can be the greatest form of expression; it’s just finding the words to say.
This blog (I’m hoping) will be my song, my form of expression. It is nice just to get all my feelings down, even if it is just a jumble of words and me rambling on to myself.
When I’m having a bad day it will just be nice to type away my frustrations. It is weird to think that all my feelings can actually be described in words: in my head they just feel like a jumble of mush, I can’t even begin to make sense of them, but the second I begin typing, it all just flows out of me. It’s just a shame it doesn’t make me feel any better.
This is very disjointed, but it was nice to explain this to anyone who does read these posts: this is my song, and they keys are my music.
Somehow, my music seems to say so much that I am unable to say. It’s just nice knowing that I am not alone in that moment.
When someone asks me how I’m feeling, I just want to say “listen to this song” because it can say how I’m feeling so much better than I ever can.
It’s strange when you think about it because if you write down all your feelings and add some music, you can have a very powerful song. It can be the greatest form of expression; it’s just finding the words to say.
This blog (I’m hoping) will be my song, my form of expression. It is nice just to get all my feelings down, even if it is just a jumble of words and me rambling on to myself.
When I’m having a bad day it will just be nice to type away my frustrations. It is weird to think that all my feelings can actually be described in words: in my head they just feel like a jumble of mush, I can’t even begin to make sense of them, but the second I begin typing, it all just flows out of me. It’s just a shame it doesn’t make me feel any better.
This is very disjointed, but it was nice to explain this to anyone who does read these posts: this is my song, and they keys are my music.
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