Music
by Music is my world on June 14, 2003I can't really speak for myself. I let the music speak for me and I live off of lyrics but when I tell everybody I love music, I mean it so much. I mean it so much, more than my life and the way I love other things, no. Music the only, the only ever. But I do love my friends, sometime second to my lust and love to music. I can't put it in words that well, how much I love music but I do believe that music is the ultimate therapy anyone can get.
Music can be anyone's best friend, it can be like dreams in the autumn and the leaves falling in mid-October. Music is love, the first kiss, the last kiss, the last touch of a hand, and the last friend you had. Music is feeling. The way you can relate to music, even more than your 'surface friends' like the ones at school or the ones that you hardly have serious talks with, music speaks to me in most ways, more ways that my school friends. It can describe your crush or love better than you can in words.
With music, you can let the big things go and talk like you're dancing. You can fantasize anything and let your imagination run around. In the most brilliant ways, no one can stop me from listening because I will be there to listen whenever. I am always listening to music and can't stop because it makes me complete. It makes me feel like I can be brilliant and make myself brilliant in anyway. It makes me live up to what I'm not. It makes me feel through the ways of when my life gets hard and the opstacles.
Something that I crave. Something I only care about. Like I don't really care about my health, just as long as I have music, a couple of friends, a lifetime supply of batteries, a computer and winamp, a meal here an there when I'm starving, a toilet, a lot of paper, pens, paint, crayons, and I'm set for life if I have those. Sometimes I probably think I'm a little arrogant here and there is because I think I'm genius and brilliant because I listen to good music and if I didn't, I would just be some common pussy teen child who comes along and doesn't know anything about music, or know how to spell Zeppelin.
Or sometimes I don't think about music because someone don't know what I'm talking about, but I am very high in the knowledge of. I think I'm smarter than people sometimes because music is most of my brain, if anything at all, all of it and I think I'm just smarter than everyone.
I am living in the days of music and if I don't have that day and night when I have music, I won't have anything at all. It's like people who are drug addicts have their drugs, people who are in love have their infatuations with their spouse, but people like me, the music junkies will never die out as long as we have music and if we don't have music, we are shattered in our beliefs. People don't know how much I love music so I am addressing it now, and I do love it.
I don't need the public eye and I don't need the public. I don't like seeing them because of how my thoughts affect myself. The way society today is so fucked up, it makes me angry to think stuff. I'd rather just hide than to see a little girl staring at me everytime I walk by or anytime someone says something I already know. People take me for who I am rather than talking to me about something I'm interested in.
I think I told my friend Brittney that I'm sensitive to my music and if I lose a CD or someone makes fun of a band I like, fucking Christ, I will get absurdly depressed and talk about how brilliant they are. Only sometimes about the brilliant part. I want to be in love.
That's my stuff. Music.
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