Just sitting in the dark is pretty comforting. You know whats even more comforting though? Blasting music into your ears until you cant think anymore. Id kill for my mind not to roam constantly! Unfortunately for me though, it does. Music used to be an escape for me, it was my security blanket just like my hoodies are.
Truth be told though I cant say it doesnt help, it does in all honesty, a lot more than people think. Whether Im a girl a guy or a god forsaken chimera, I love music. I like playing the piano and trumpet. Sometimes I get bored with playing the trumpet though because I cant think of any notes to make a song of sorts up. With the piano though, I can drabble all I want to just like when I write.
I guess we all have that one aspect of ourselves that just wants to scream out, IM HERE!! Then there is the other parts of us that wants to just stay away, to hide within ourselves. I dunno, maybe thats just me. I can say that Im blunt and crass without lying, I do lie about how I feel mostly everyday, thats a given for mostly everyone though.
We all lie, we're all human. Everything means something different to everyone.
To whomever reads this Im kind of surprised you even bothered to click this. Im not promising daily updates, also later on with these parts or chapters Ill be swearing a bit so I guess you have been warned..
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Thoughts Of An Insomniac
No FicciónJust something random I came up with. Most times it will just be what goes through my mind at odd hours of the night.
