The Inexpressible.After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music
For a year and a half..... I was hollow. I would go through life and all these emotions people have, nothing would penetrate the surface level of the facade I putt up for everyday life. When I was alone I would turn on my music as loud as possible. It didn't matter what it was, 80's rock, 90's R&B and country, The Beatles. All I knew was that all day long I would feel distant and detached, but I felt a connection to the music. I would write and write, but I couldn't find the words to say what that connection was, what was missing, why I felt like I did. Music, music of all kinds, jazz, classical, ballads; that was what was able to make me feel something.
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