Music

It floats through my brain all of the time.

Its rhythm, its variation, its beauty.

Yes, I'm in band.

Yes, I'm in choir.

I give up my study hall time just for the sake of music.

It has the same effects as painting a picture, or writing a story. One event flows directly and perfectly into another.

Music.

My life.

My sanity.

Me.

A lot of my friends are tied to it.

Band. Choir. Both.

Even if they're not in either, they still get music class.

Music.

Food for the soul.

Love.

Hope.

It could mean anything.

Even if all of today's music is about mainstream love, sex, and awkwardness.

The old stuff is the gold.

The good music.

The true music.

Its definition.

Music.

My soul.

Me.