I have reached a critical point in my life. Reality. I think I have always gotten through storms by creating little havens in my mind for myself. Now that I think about, its quite adaptive. What a powerful source of energy the mind is. I think that's why I am so fascinated by people with psychological disorders. The interesting thing about these little false realities I sometimes create for myself is that no human being seems to break them, they only become part of them. The only outlet that has ever been able to completely shatter my attachment to these worlds is music. Calm, steady, rhythmic music. It is the only thing I have ever found to be stable, and predictable. It is an outlet where no love or attention is needed, where I can be free, simply lost in the organization of sound.
Music is the most powerful, mysterious force I have ever experienced.
It is motion. Vibration. Frequency. It moves molecules, yet organizes itself around them. It makes me move, laugh, dance, feel calm, sing, cry, and hope. It is my secret place, where I can express all without fear of judgment or abandonment.
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