Tonight I went to a coffee shop downtown.
A band from Southern California performed
music which sounded a cross between-
oh shoot, I promised I would not name
names. Stupid rules...
The problem with this whole blog is I am scared...
Scared of copyright infringment.
Scared of being sued.
I'm scared of a lot of things in life.
Fear is the enemy.
But music frees my soul.
Being in that atmosphere.
I felt home.
It's a dorky concept, but no matter where I am,
if there is music, I'm home.
On the drive home, I felt hyper and giddy.
It didn't help that a certain boy was there...and he touched my hand, twice.
No, it had nothing to do with that. ;)
It was the music, the moments, the rythym, the hot chocolate, the best friend, the boy...
No, I'm being silly.
Music is home.