1:41 AM

Istg listening to music is like a religious experience for me. I don't know how to describe it but it's like I become part of someone else. The noise in my brain merges with the one filling my hearts, pounding straight into my head as addictive as heroin, putting me in a state of pure euphoria and serenity. It's like my brain oozes out of my ears, allowing my soul to feel the tiny vibrations that carry different frequencies through the air into my ears. It's illogical. I don't think I've ever experienced a more wide range of emotions through music. It's made my feel joy, frustration, inspiration, sadness, loneliness, ECT. Plus, there's just such a sense of community that comes with it. People always say the eye is the window too the soul, but I think the song someone plays at their worst moment when life has taken a piss on them and a final spark of hope slowly burns out is what helps you understand not just their soul, but their entire being. I don't know if it's the 1:30 am sleep deprived brain of mine that is why I'm writing this, or if it's because I truly feel like I'm ascending right now as I listen to the little over 11 minute song "the ballad of the Costa Concordia" by the band car seat headrest, a band I hadn't listened to in months but had the strange obligation to just tonight. I truly hope you, your neighbor Sue next door, your mom, the random classmate you talked to once, the lady that completed your hair in a Walmart, and your annoying cousin that lives a state away gets to feel how I feel right now. It's feeling like this that makes me believe music is the very thing that can truly drill a hole through our heart into our soul. The world had started with one big music note and another universe is created at every guitar chord that fills our ears, a universe of our own hopes and dreams. Usually after writing a blog like this I'd apologize, but you're the one that clicked this. Not me.