An Important Note on Music in My Life

Before you can fully understand my life, we have to get something straight. I live my life to music. Its always there, in the back of my mind. No spontaneous choreographed dancing or anything. But when I wake up in the morning, a mousy-looking teen with hair that looks more becoming of a scimitar than scissors, I wake up with "Hey Soul Sister" in my ears. "How to Save a Life" plays in my head as I do home work, sprawled on the floor. Taking a walk, marveling even at the pitiful amount of greenery in our neighborhood, "Your Love is a Song" is in the back of my mind. "I'm Going Home" is all I hear as I wrench open a screen door that's far from melodious. I'm sitting on my wasp-ridden back porch, thinking about a girl way over my head, listening to "You and Me" over and over again. And I climb back into my unmade and thoroughly disheveled bed with "Starry Night" ringing in my ears. And that's how it is, every day. Not that I dislike it, though it kinda feels like I'm going insane. That's alright though, I put it down to hormones. All I can say is that music, along with God above and the people around me, makes up a lot of who I am. And I love all three of them.