Music. A form of expression. A universal language. When one does not have the words to express themselves, there is a melody, harmony, or symphony to do so.
I was born and raised in music. The faint memories of my dad playing the guitar or piano as I would fall asleep on the couch… The excitement when my favorite artist released a new record… The nights when I would lie awake in bed… The late-night drives with the windows down, around my small town… Through sad times, through happy times, through struggles, I always find myself relying on one thing without fail… something I trust in this world, knowing it will never leave me… its reassuring, its comforting, its my form of self expression… music.
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