Some days I just bleed how I feel with music. Unable to voice my thoughts, the vocals and lyrics battle the voice or fog that resides in my head for the day. There is a deep connection with music that I can not explain. Light is shined on the issue at hand, to dissect it. Music just seems to say the right things that others sometimes don't say, whispering the demons for the day away. Like a best friend that knows you inside and out. There are no questions, no couch, and no office. It's just you and the music.
About the Creator
Ryan Vrba
Published author of the poetry book The Voice you Never Hear and short story Carnival Of Doom. I have been writing for the past 15 years.
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