Music

Music is like water. It caresses the soul. It has the power to soften pains and soothe wounds. It can support a person, carry the burden of a life. It allows us to forget what happens around us. It flows on and on, the steady rhythm, the pleasant tone, the sheer power behind a well-crafted song is enough to change everything.

So here I sit, awash in melody. Nothing else matters. The music cocoons me unlike anything else. I am sheltered from the rest of the world, unconcerned with what trivial nonsense is taking place all around me. I don't need anything. I'm perfectly content to merely sit here and let the sound flow over me.

Music doesn't numb me; in a way, it actually makes me feel more. But the pain is dulled and the emotions enhanced, as oxymoronic as that may be. It doesn't take me away from the world, nor does it make anything disappear or appear as it is not. In a way, it just allows me to perceive reality in a softer light--everything that was there before is still there, but it doesn't have the same power to hurt me anymore.

These past few months, I've been listening to music pretty much whenever the opportunity has been presented to me. In a way, it has made me almost dependent on the soothing flow of sound around me on a regular basis. But on the other hand, it has made me so much less pained, it has allowed me to hide behind a computer screen and block the world out with headphones when I just need to think by myself...rather like right now.