November 26, 2019
It's 12:20 am. I woke up in the middle of the night again. And the first thing I think about is "I wanna look at pictures of Doja Cat". And I don't even think twice I grab my phone and I look up Doja Cat. Oh and I found the hole in my bed (I have an air mattress). I didn't wanna lay back in it and suffocate so I turned it on the 'release air' mode. And there I was at 12am, subtly sinking, listening furino. It's kinda poetic. And it was peaceful. I don't know what it is about music. I can't imagine life without it. I know they say it's the vibrations interacting with your body, but I feel like it's an interaction with the soul. I'm addicted to music. I can't wait to listen to it when I'm not. And I even write my own songs sometimes. It's just crazy. It can make me happy, sad, nostalgic, ponderous, sleepy and sometimes even horny. I wish I could just fall into an endless abyss of music forever. I just hear every beautiful song, feeling every emotion and forget all the pain.
