Music
Music.
I Love it when the high volume hurt my ears.
When it's beats synchronizes with my heart beats.
I love when it's vibes make me move.
Clumsy to look but beautiful to feel.
The way it makes my shoulders move, my feet to tap on its own.
The feeling of music gushing into my soul, washing it down, cleaning it.
When the rhythm acts like a painkiller to the pain with no cure.
Lyrics, talking to me, speaking out my mind sometimes.
While sometimes giving me the answers to all the unanswered questions.
Feelings left unspoken, ungathered, unidentified, all find a way out...
The energy which makes me to move on and on.
Music a source to life.
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