The Truth

Music is the best thing and the worst thing.

It creates. It destroys. It heals. It kills. It fills. It empties. It forgets. It never, ever forgets.

The truth is that I'm comforted and haunted by the sound of your voice. It echoes in my mind like a song that's been stuck in my head.

I'm afraid that it will stop. I'm afraid that it will never stop. And even the silence carries your song.

Thoughts on music

I love it.

That was going to be the entirety of my post — sort of a glib attempt at humour, while acknowledging this important fact. I guess It's a defense mechanism.

Declaring one's feelings is always incredibly risky. Talking about something intimate like that either results in affirmation, apathy, or rejection. Two out of three of those are very undesirable. Apathy may as well be rejection. Anyway, what am I talking about, music or relationships? They're one in the same.

Music is a virus.

Tonight something incredible happened: I inspired someone. It never really occurred to me that such a thing could be possible.

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