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Saturday, March 12, 2011

music.

It's times like these...


when I wish I had never stopped learning to play the piano.

And this...this...


makes me wish I could dance. Like, really dance.

Sometimes
Music creates something inside--
Something so raw that it almost hurts. 
So intense that it almost burns. Something so big 
That your heart aches.
And it's something deep enough
 To fill up the very depths of your soul.

To me, that something is beautiful. 
Music, friend, is beautiful. 

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