act 2

I know that I

should

fess up

this

deeply

harbored

secret.

but

if I do,

I’ll have nothing left.

secrets are gold

Beautiful Addiction

They say I was dancing when I came out of my mother’s womb.

That the melody of life moved me.

That it opened my eyes and started my heart.

 

When other kids were learning a, e i, o, u, I was learning do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do.

It is part of my DNA, ingrained in the tissues of my brain.

It is my second language, instead of Spanish. German, or French I speak the language of music.

A language that can have a myriad of words, or none at all.

 

Music is that drug that I have an endless supply of,

my stash never going empty,

my hunger for it never going unquenched.

I crave it every single day,

I itch for that high it gives me, lifting me up into the infinite light.

 

Every hour, every minute, every second, my hands are yearning to press play.

Every sound I hear turns into a beat, every word a song lyric.

The thing is, there is so much variety, you think you’ve heard it all, but then you realize

the true depth of what you are hearing.

So many beats and rhythms, some ritardando, some accelerando, some high, some low.

 

When I am sad, it comforts me. It is that friend you can confide in, that crutch that builds you up.

It helps me go through the day with an open mind and an open heart. It fuels my will to keep on going.

When I am filled with joy, it joins in my laughter. It fills me when I am empty.

All I do, I do it for the music in me.

 

I will never let go of this madness that holds me. This madness that loses my grip on reality.

Together, me and the music, we will embark on this journey.

 

The journey that explores the bond between who I am and who music makes me become.

I am certain. 

I know what I want, when I want it. 

But at the same time,  I’m ambivalent. 

In the face of what I need to do,  my responsibilities,  the choice isn’t as easy. 

I try to be altruistic. 

Be generous, kind,  not stingy or selfish. 

I don’t want to disparage anyone. 

To look down on them for differences.  

We are all one,  and we should treat each other with respect. 

No matter what,  age,  gender or sexuality, 

disparity should not exist. 

See the world through someone else’s eyes. 

My goal is to engender. 

To produce something new in this world. 

Something great. 

We should not lament the horrors of this world,

  but em brace the good we have,

 and work to make things better. 

The beautiful world around us should not be used prodigaly,  

But with love and care,  for it’s resources. 

Our journey may be obscure, 

But our goal is not. 

Bliss

I am in my own worl-,

no, universe.

It’s just me, myself, and these rhythmic beats.

Music is my lifelong companion.

Music never leaves me.

Music cheers me up whenever I’m down.

Music gives my life, when I feel I don’t deserve one.

Music…saves me.

Everything else is just background noise.

A faint buzzing that fades in and out of my ear.

Not once reaching my mind.

My mind is completely encaptured by the highs and lows,

the lyrics and meanings,

and the falsettos and vibratos.

I just put my earbuds in and,

I have finally reached perfect happiness.

 

 

 

Below is a link to some of my favorite songs, that just makes me feel better. Make me feel bliss. Check it out! What songs make you feel good? Comment below! 🙂

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The last indie playlist you’ll ever need from indiekids on 8tracks Radio.

Let’s

Let’s get out of this place.

This town of crushed dreams and broken promises.

Where love is monotone and everything is a muddled gray.

We should explore the world with eyes open and hearts bare.

Go with the winds, and change with the tide.

We are in charge of our destinies.

Let’s own it.

Little Things

They say the little things are what matter.

The miniscule details that you don’t notice at first sight.

But they hold up the whole foundation.

Make everything right.

Are on the sidelines, working their best for others.

With all the good they do,

we need to acknowledge their importance.

So, remember, look at he little things.