That is me.
As I sit here listening to variations of music I see feel the different emotions that fall inside. The streams of words that need to be heard. One by one the thoughts and the trails need to be found. Wandered down and enjoyed.
Each part of me. The very fiber of my cells are just finding peace. The need to get up and do something echoes inside of my heart. The racing that is forming, the adrenaline surging. Yet all I can do is just let the words absorb into my skin.
Existing only the bursting bubbles of my mind. Softly I smile. Holding onto a few memories that made me feel the same freeness. The fresh pieces I cling to. Sure, yes you are a part of them. Back when we were first.
Then the emptying of who I am here, on a lighted piece of blank paper. Spread wide to the world to read. Oh how I still am capable of expressing those tiny bubbles. Popping down into the woven parts of electronic pages.
Silly how the fire that is burning towards the core, is only getting brighter and stronger. This is how music is expressed inside of me. The lyrics touch the right corners of my life and just explode to new levels.
Do you ever experience that with music, with the notes or even the lyrics? Do they ever reach parts of you that you never, NEVER show another person?
Oh for me, several times in seconds. That is how I bond so well with them. How music helps me express that very line that needs to be said. Just sometimes in a whole poem or even a painting. Just as the dropped flower piece did.
Oh how I wanted just one more chance.
Yet. No. That won't happen.
And yet parts of me will keep going. Fire. Music. Dance. Emotion.
That is me.
Artist. Lover. Dreamer. Poet.
Each part of me. The very fiber of my cells are just finding peace. The need to get up and do something echoes inside of my heart. The racing that is forming, the adrenaline surging. Yet all I can do is just let the words absorb into my skin.
Existing only the bursting bubbles of my mind. Softly I smile. Holding onto a few memories that made me feel the same freeness. The fresh pieces I cling to. Sure, yes you are a part of them. Back when we were first.
Then the emptying of who I am here, on a lighted piece of blank paper. Spread wide to the world to read. Oh how I still am capable of expressing those tiny bubbles. Popping down into the woven parts of electronic pages.
Silly how the fire that is burning towards the core, is only getting brighter and stronger. This is how music is expressed inside of me. The lyrics touch the right corners of my life and just explode to new levels.
Do you ever experience that with music, with the notes or even the lyrics? Do they ever reach parts of you that you never, NEVER show another person?
Oh for me, several times in seconds. That is how I bond so well with them. How music helps me express that very line that needs to be said. Just sometimes in a whole poem or even a painting. Just as the dropped flower piece did.
Oh how I wanted just one more chance.
Yet. No. That won't happen.
And yet parts of me will keep going. Fire. Music. Dance. Emotion.
That is me.
Artist. Lover. Dreamer. Poet.
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