Music
I remember the first time I heard music.
I remember the way it filled my ears, like it was the only sound in the world.
I remember music pumping words through my veins.
I remember the place the guitar took me every time it made noise, a place where there was no wrong.
I remember the chills that ran down my spine when the singer hit their peak in the song.
I remember music taking the pain away from my life’s tragedies.
I remember music being my escape whenever I hit a wall.
I remember music taking my worries about life away.
I remember singing to my favorite songs in front of the mirror with my brush.
I remember all the great memories accompanied by music.
I remember the amazed feeling I felt when seeing Paramore in concert.
I remember music being the gateway to my heart.
I remember the way it filled my ears, like it was the only sound in the world.
I remember music pumping words through my veins.
I remember the place the guitar took me every time it made noise, a place where there was no wrong.
I remember the chills that ran down my spine when the singer hit their peak in the song.
I remember music taking the pain away from my life’s tragedies.
I remember music being my escape whenever I hit a wall.
I remember music taking my worries about life away.
I remember singing to my favorite songs in front of the mirror with my brush.
I remember all the great memories accompanied by music.
I remember the amazed feeling I felt when seeing Paramore in concert.
I remember music being the gateway to my heart.