At night when I lay in bed and try to keep my mind from racing. I think of music. Lights and colors flow across the inside of my eyelids. It’s only when I start to think about the world as it is today that I begin to lose track of the sound and fury of my mind’s orchestra.

During every hard time in my life I have had music. It is something no one can take away. I’ve found myself sitting, technically in silence, for hours before I’ve realized how long I’ve been making music in my head to pass the time. I like to think that I am no different from anyone else. So if I do something so often that it becomes normal for me. I seem to think that other people are doing the same thing. Even though that is not usually the case.