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"That's not real music."

I’m going to have to ask you to stop, sit down and think about your life twice. Who are you to say what’s music or not. Are you an expert? No. The definition of music is an “an art of  sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the element of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.”- (dictionary.com) Just because someone doesn’t listen to your favorite genre doesn’t mean it’s not music, it just means that they’d rather listen to something else. So what if “shawty” got down low or there was teardrops on her guitar, it’s their music. It’s what they enjoy listening to. If you don’t like the music, then don’t listen to it.

Music is music, regardless of its message.

I’m a bit of a nomad when it comes to friendships. I’ll stay within a circle of friends for a bit but catch myself drifting away once I break down. I’ll feel at home, at ease with them but then I end up isolating myself, gradually leaving then I’m gone.

I just don’t know where I belong.

Dear Mom,

I’m sorry that I’m not able to say these words out loud to you.

I just want to thank you for bringing me to this world, to experience what life is really like. Thank you for guiding me on the right track, you are my guardian angel. You’ve helped me greatly through my laughter and tears. For all the years I’ve lived, I only caused heartbreak and frustrations but I want to be able to make it up to you. Sure, I’ve given you attitude and I’ve become annoyed but I ask you to be more patient, I’m still learning how to live and life is frustrating; I couldn’t help to unintentionally reflect it on you. You have a big, loving heart and I can’t thank you enough for giving me a place in your heart. You may not understand my ways but you get the gist and I’m sorry for being so complex. You want to help but I can’t help but hide things from you because I don’t want you to worry. It’s not your fault and it will never be your fault.

Mom, you were my first friend and my first teacher. You watched me grow and you watch me as the world challenges me. You worry silently as I make choices that you wouldn’t do but you let me do so in order to learn. You let me grow but once I’m almost falling off the cliff of a mountain, you’ll always be the one to pull me back to safety. You are my savior, the reason why I do my best to keep on living.

Your health hasn’t been the best lately, I’m worried. Days go by and I never know how long you could last. You’re under so much stress, I wish I can relieve it but excuse my ignorant mind for being able to do such tasks. As the years go by, I will improve for you.

I love you, Mom.

Hello everyone, I hope you all had a nice day.

I felt like letting you all know that you’re beautiful, even if you don’t think so. I know so. 

I love you all~ 

With that said, I’ll be off~

“Welcome” it said on the doormat, a welcome indeed to a world full of thoughts and stories, ones that can never leave. Hidden tears and feelings are stowed away in this home, this sanctuary. Emotions are always welcome. Opinions are greatly appreciated. Unspoken words are the main occupants of this realm. It’s a place only I have the access to, a place that refuses to leave me alone and keep me up all night.

Welcome to my mind.