Listening to music for hours on end
Nothing but the air soaking in
The funny thing about being about an introvert
I'm not a stranger to my thoughts
Getting lost in the silence
Letting the beat capture my emotions
And letting my mind create new things
Because music touches my soul in places people cannot
It flows into my veins and releases through a pen onto paper
Transforming into a piece of work
A drawing. A painting. A design.
Words dancing onto paper
Strokes and lines, so mindless, so easy
Every emotion I never show
All the words I never say
And thoughts I don't reveal
Being transferred from my mind
Because I don't speak your language
An alien in my own way
Communicating to the paper
Being translated into beauty
Often misunderstood
But never forgotten
