So I sit here lost in my own thoughts of confusion. A chaos of madness that flows through my brain. Misinterpreting the signs that I see.
What does it take for one to be free, at pease with one self and not worry about what may or may not happen? Why is it that only when I am enjoying the most simple of pleasures that things seem to make sense? Music tends to be a good release, why is that? What is music anyways? Is it a song on radio, or maybe a beat from the drumming of ones hands…or maybe its whatever you want it to be.
To me music is the sound of your voice, or the beat of your heart as I lie there with my ear pressed against your chest, music is when the sun shines gently upon your face and the shining sparkle of your beautiful blue eyes catches my glare and sends chills down my spine. Music is when I feel your lips meet mine and there is no sound, the world itself seems to disappeare. Music is when you’re here with me, and I don’t have a care in the world other than you. Music is…love.
…and you are my song
I miss my friends, the ones that I’ve known for years and know every little detail about the inner me. And I miss the ones that I haven’t known for long or rly had the chance to hang out with, and eventhough they dont know much about me, they still get and understand me. And they seem to be the ones above anybody who try to keep in contact with me. Although I see this as something normal. Because when you know every last detail of someones life, theres not much to talk about on a daily basis, so you only catch up once inna while. The ones who dont rly know you will wanna talk to you more, and try to get to know you. I skyped with someone for almost 2 hrs from 3am-5am that I’ve only met once and we rly didnt talk all that much during that night. But to be able to talk to someone whos pretty much a stranger about things that matter for 2 hrs just for the sake of getting to know someone who lives 1500 miles away goes to show that there are still ppl out there who are real, and appriciate a person for who they are. rahhhh, now im rambling because im le tired.
….why cant i be closer to the ppl who care to know me and like me for the person I am? the closest one is 900 miles away,thats 900 miles too far.