Regardless of what my blogs say so far, I am a simple creature. I do not require a lot to make me happy. Green frogs. Oreos. A heartfelt cuddle. Cold beer. Eyes meeting across a crowded floor.
A good song.
I am addicted to music. I live and breathe notes and tunes and harmonies and riffs and frets. I inhale lyrics like air and always think they can be adapted to my own situations. I can find it easier to express a sentiment through song than my own bumbling clumsy words. Lyrics speak to me more than a person ever could, being immortalised in song.
I went to a concert tonight. One I have been waiting and waiting for with bated breath. The expectation I had lain on this event was phenomenal. I am glad to say it did not disappoint. From the chord of the first note I smiled until the dying strains of the last note. I danced like nobody was watching. I sung the words with a gusto only reserved for football matches or a fight between lovers.
This is my happy place.
I am riding on a high that no one else seems to understand. Nor do I feel like sharing it with any one else. This is mine. My secret.
And until I find someone who can express this to me without even saying a word, I will keep it close to my heart. Until I can find someone who can express this to me without even saying a word, I will not fall in love.
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