Sometimes I don’t know what I’m feeling until a song tells me A lyric hits, and suddenly I’m not just listening, I’m remembering A beat drops, and silence I didn’t know I was carrying breaks Music speaks, not just to me, but for me It says what I’ve never had the right words for It’s 2013, and my girl leaves me I’m in my feelings, grieving for three days straight, lost in it I didn’t know what to do, so I turned to the only thing that had ever really understood me: music
At first, I wasn’t just listening, I was living the songs, word by word Letting them speak to the ache, breathe into the silence Then something shifted, the world got quiet And in that silence, I found my zone, me and the music, nothing else I was playing a sad song, sure, but it was lighting up a dark corner inside me Its perfect melodies numbed the pain, painted my hurt a strange, crimson red “Ride” that was the song King Von didn’t just rap; he spoke to me, it felt personal, like a melodious conversation I played it on repeat until my emotions swayed right And that day, I did something important: I forgave myself I forgave her A crucial step toward healing Von spoke, i listened and slowly, all was well A step a day, music my walking stick I was able to stand on my own again A verse, a beat, a feeling It seeped in as my heart leaped out Turns out, that’s all I needed.
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