Once upon a time music ruled my soul. I allowed it to come in, sit down, stay a while, take over my veins... my limbs... my head, my hair...
When music and I matched.
When music and I felt each other and accepted each as their own.
When I allowed something other than anger, stress, resentment, truth, that bitter taste in my mouth, take over.
When I let myself get swallowed up and forget what was really eating at me.
Tonight I let music back in my life, even if just for one night. And I won't feel a thing.
"I promise I'll be gone in the morning; I just need some place warm to stay the night." -Rise Against