Music Saves Me.
Music is always that something…I can talk to when there is no one else up at 4 in the morning.
I feel alone in this fight ahead. I know the fight is worth fighting, but it would be nice to have robin along side me on some “back to back” type shit. It would help me to know i’m going to make it through when I have moments of doubt.
I can get this crazy anxiety at times. Where I can’t move from where I am, but a song can speak to my limbs. Playing guitar, writing a song, or hearing one, calms the sea inside. Allowing me to carry the weight for another day. I guess it started when I was small. I would sing to myself when i was alone, digging for words when I could not express what I felt any other way.
I sing when I’m happy a lot. I hear music when I’m speaking to someone, my own little soundtracks. The happiest moments in my life or in moments of understanding I have found songs. I have melodies in my head that will never be anything, but they are the melodies of times I have felt love or lost. Or sometimes it’s the songs of others that are place holders for feelings I have felt. Those song don’t always have to be on topic but within them I have placed my life.
