I think I’m in a slump. Ever since my airpods got missing, I’ve been constantly avoiding Spotify. Music sounds better whenever it’s connected to an extended device; I don’t know if it’s only me that thinks the same thing. I like to laugh, I like to increase the volume of whatever music I’m listening to, I like it so loud till the point my ears begin to hurt. I love the pain, it soothes whatever I’m feeling. Actually, I mean the dull pain not the overall pain that comes from doing that constantly. No, I do not like that.
I listen to music, and my frown turns to a smile. My straight lined lips curve at the corners, my heart flutters and my head feel a lot lighter. I listen to music and forget whatever I'm feeling, imagining myself somewhere else, dancing perhaps, declaring war on a planet, or marrying a book character. I listen to music and shut my eyes, willing the headache to go away. I listen to music and lose myself in the sweet sweet melody and rhythm.
I dance, I cringe, I laugh, I twirl around till my eyes circle and I start to feel dizzy. I love music. I love everything about music.
I fear I have no particular genre to which interests me the most. I'm absolutely captivated by whichever is good music, by whichever makes my feet move and my body shake.
Does this sound like a poem, a poetic prose? I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. For some reason, I don’t read and write with music, although I’m pretty sure it’s because I don’t have my airpods anymore.
I hope you understand how much I love listening to music now, and if you don’t because maybe I wrote something silly, I’ll re-explain it some other day;)
Thanks for reading
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