No one understands lonely music. They can't classify it. "Scary music," they say lamely. "Sad music. Dark, depressing, ugly music. Bummer music."
To which I retort: lonely music. It's a thing, an actual thing. And I love it. Freeing music, I argue. Moving music. Emptying, purging, cathartic music. Healing music.
What they don't realize is that in the end, the pursuit of pain killer is more painful than pain. Feel what exists to be felt. Reality hurts, yes, but at least it's real. Don't silence your broken heart, and please don't break the silence. When the song comes, you will hear it.
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