Music is a drug
The best drug around
It alters your brain
It expands it causing it to travel places far away
What did writers of old do?
Did they write in silence?
Did they hire a whole orchestra
Maybe a single violinist
Putting ear buds on and listening to music is like:
Getting in a car and taking off destination unknown
Music fills an emptiness that words cannot
It’s like getting on a jet plane
Flying in the clouds
Cruising in the land of your dreams
Like boarding a ship
Sailing into an ocean
Of all your mixed up emotions
It’s like suiting up in a space ship
Traveling to another galaxy
To meet your new self.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014