It’s so strange and beautiful that you can lose yourself throughout your life, and find yourself all over again. No matter your age or stage.
It’s bittersweet and somewhat melancholy to think of the sources behind parts of yourself left in the cold to suffer. But then you have to ask, when did I stop loving myself?
Music has always been a huge part of my life. A beat in my step with lyrics lingering in my mind, (since I cannot sing worth a nickle). I can’t remember when I stopped listening to music in my home life, but that is the moment that I realized that I no longer loved myself. I stopped enjoying one of the most important parts of myself. I lost expression, creativity, and the sound of my own heartbeat.
I am flabbergasted to say that I feel as if a part of my soul fire has been reignited.
Even though I feel as if it is just the beginning, my flame will burn lively again one day.
Along with music, I must remember to express myself.
I hope to keep writing <3
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