there's this certain feeling I get in the car.
When it's dark out, the windows are down and the music is loud.
this feeling in the pit of my stomach like I've reached it; my goal, my destination, my true happiness.
like I'm living in a dream.
like my heart is floating above my body, watching myself like I'm in a movie.
speaking of movies, they sometimes have a reminiscent feel.
late night conversations in the dark would be the closest second.

that's what my whole life has been about.
surrounding myself with people, circumstances, places that feel like that.
that feel like music.

most people don't understand,but I've never been willing to stop. I won't stop chasing it. I can't.
it's what keeps me going.
I hate the silence.
the melodies, for me, are as vital as breathing.
I've never been willing to stop or even slow down because of this.

It isn't personal if I can't stop for you.
I just can't stop chasing the music.

I've never needed anyone to come along. I've never needed anyone to sit in the car with me. I was born for the chase, and more often than not its a one-person gig.
and that's okay.
No one has ever quite understood me, and that is fine.
I'm different.
I've always known.

and if I chase the music alone until my lungs give their very last note, I'll be okay. it's always been just me and the melodies.  

but one day, if I happen to meet someone on the same chase, maybe we will create harmony.
maybe our melodies will go together.
and that will be favorite song.
and I will sing that one forever.//