Feeling so strange.

It’s amazing, how you can go through life thinking you are strange, weird, not normal. Then you see someone you don’t even know who shares so much with someone he’s never met.

Moving on… I haven’t bothered to write recently but tonight I am empowered, though I’m typing like a chicken on crack.

Music is beautiful. It’s more malleable than clay, yet more solid than metal, liquid as waterfalls. It can do anything you want it to. Anything. All you have to do is… how do you create music? I can’t describe it. It’s the way our brains unanimously associate feelings with sounds, levels, keys. Then you mix them and create a journey. A life. A life that is different every time it is replayed.

I don’t know how to top this feeling. Or how to describe it.

It’s 2AM. I’m not going to sleep tonight.

I’m going to listen to music.

I wish I could sing without waking my parents.

When sunrise comes I am going outside. I want to be outside with my music.

To think. I’m listening to a very simple guitar riff that you can listen to here. Someone made that. and it doesn’t need to be anything else.

I wish life was more musical because I hate the silence