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My music is my happy place it’s where I can breathe with all the chaos in my life!!! |
| The Calms of My Music My music doesn’t shout, it knows better than that. It sits beside me when the world won’t move and my chest feels too loud. It smooths the sharp edges of thought, lowers the volume of memory, wraps each aching moment in a rhythm that says, you can breathe here. In its notes, I find quiet places— where grief loosens its grip, where longing rests instead of claws, where my heart remembers how to slow its own storm. The calms of my music are not happiness, they are mercy. A gentle hand on my back guiding me through the noise. When nothing else understands me, my music does. It doesn’t ask questions. It just stays— until I feel human again. |