SO, IM TOTALLY CONVINCED THAT IF I WAS NOT A DESIGNER, I'D HAVE BEEN A MUSICIAN. A WEIRD MUSICIAN AT THAT. I'M FOREVER IN AWE OF HOW MY MOOD CAN CHANGE SO DRASTICALLY THROUGH THE PERIOD OF A 5 MINUTES SONG. MUSIC IS LIKE MY SAFE PLACE. WHEN IM FEELING INSECURE, LIKE I DONT BELONG SOMEWHERE OR WHEN IM JUST HAVING ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHEN I CAN EVEN OPEN WINDOWS AND CURTAINS AND ALL I WANNA DO IS SIT IN BED, CRY [OFTEN FOR NO APPARENT REASON], AND STUFF MY FACE WITH SWEET SHIT.
IT IS THEIR HAUNTING VOICES, THEIR HEAVY DRUMS, THEIR UNDERSTANDING OF SELF AND ANCESTRY AND THE CELEBRATION OF THE MADNESS THAT GETS TO ME. I CAN'T PROPERLY AND ACCURATELY EXPLAIN IT, BUT ITS A WHOLESOME FEELING OF GOODNESS. THESE ARE THE GUYS THAT GET ME THROUGH DARK CLOUDS. I LOVE THEM. MY LEGENDS, MY SOLACE, FEEDERS OF MY OFTEN HUNGRY SOUL.
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