Second July

10 March 2010

a. arensky

a piece of music without a single word accurately puts a finger on what i'm feeling. more so than a song with lyrics could possibly be.

pardon the goriness but at that moment, while i am sitting there listening to it, with my eyes shut, i feel like ripping open my chest and have the tune planted straight into my heart.

just a bunch of dots and lines in black and white, yet so painful.

Labels: The Musician

posted by: JYLing @ 3:03 PM

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