Whether it's clapping along to a theme song.

Crying in the shower.

Screaming lyrics in the car.

Dancing in an empty lot.

Music has always had an impact on me.

We as people crave it.

But I feel like I don't just need it, but more than that.

I crave not to only hear it, but feel it.

Understand it.

Live it.

Dream it.

The lyrics always drift into my head like wind.

It rescues me.

I recall moments with melodies.

Each emotion is represented by a song.

Happy or sad, anxious or mad.

Being afraid.

It's all there.

Surrounded by music.

All of my throwback albums.

My happy playlists.

Sad boi hours and more.

Everything drowns me in a type of love from younger days.

Each thing I've heard is crystalized in my head like a mosquito in Amber.

I replace thoughts with symphonies.

You are a song.

Golden Rays, good times, Dizzy from spiraling.

You make me wild.

You love me.

You make me smile.

You make me cry.

A flower, blooming in the rain.

My sunshine.

Music to me.

Your eyes, lips, nose, cheeks, hair, hands, every little thing.

I'm in love with.

Like my favourite song.

A religious hymn to me.

A destiny.

You're a refrain.

A beautiful tune.

I'm in love with music the same way I'm in love with you.

Ariah Christman