While I still can

I've come to realize music is not an outlet. Much rather, its an inlet. You let it in, let it infuse itself into your heart. Soak into your soul. Vibrate with the very molecules that comprise you. Love it, buzzing away humming in synchrony with the universe and you.

Once Loved, twice Shunned.
Three times Broken, Four times Charmed.

Sometime when i write, I don't know what I'm writing. Reading it i realize it makes a lot of sense. Writing like this is a medium between my conscious and sub-conscious. One day it'll all add up. One day I'll understand the sum of my actions, and the value of my reactions. The couplet above made more sense in the shower than when i wrote it. After putting it through some deconstructive thinking. Somethings are happening that i'm not too happy about. At least now I have the confidence to do what must be done.

Most people don't know this, about me. That I live like I dance.