Certain songs make me think of certain places. Every time I listen to some songs, I can just picture a place or situation. Even if I just heard the song for the first time, I can quickly form an idea of somewhere the song reminds me of. I don’t know if it’s places I’ve been, or have seen in pictures. I just think it’s somewhere I’d rather be. Occasionally, I shut the blinds, lock the doors and wait a few minutes to see if when I open them up again to the outside world, I’ll be somewhere different. I’ll be older, I’ll be younger, I’ll be happier, sadder, you get the gist. Without sounding to cliché, music makes me think, ponder, and appreciate. I reminisce on life, think about what was and what could have been, what might be, and what will never be. I am filled with the strangest emotion, unexplainable. I feel different every time. I form new thoughts with new motives, a revolution. Revolt. Revolt out of this place, break down the walls and escape. Go somewhere new, meet new people. It doesn’t happen like it happens in movies. They raise my expectations and fill me with an unquenchable thirst for more. But then the emotions change, new ideas. There is no wall between my brain and my fingers. Look at what has come of me.
Look at what will never become of me.
