Oh Jesus God it hurts.
You know what it's like sometimes when you feel a certain way, but you're doing your best not to give in to it, you're doing your best to keep all the pieces in place and this is not so bad, I can do this, it's going to be okay again eventually, it's really okay I can do this -
And then something completely unconnected finds its way into your carefully erected facade.
Someone gets how you feel, and says it. Not to you, because they're not talking to you, they're talking to themselves, and there's something in their story somewhere that matches a page in yours. Different words, same tune.
Because they're not saying it in words.
Because it's music. The one thing that speaks all languages.
A friend of mine wrote a piece of music that I heard this week. I loved it the first time I heard it, but right at this particular moment, I think maybe I really finally got it.
This time I can actually feel
Or I'm really just imagining things, and it's just me playing my own heart out, and right now, this piece of music is just resonating with me because it's just how I need to feel.
But it's a beautiful piece of music.
So beautiful that I feel like someone just stuck their fingers in my ribcage and pulled it apart and showed me my own heart.
My chest is a red and screaming hole right now.
That's a beautiful fucking image, isn't it.
I don't mean to do a disservice to the artist.
It's just my way of saying, damn you.
Damn you for knowing exactly how I feel right now.feralnerd
wrote this. And hopefully he'll understand that all this blathering is just my way of saying, you have a real gift.A gift for playing the secrets of the human heart.