Hurt
The news hits me, and I feel my heart sink into my stomach. That deep clenching feeling impossible to impersonate; you know as soon as you feel it that there is no denying you’re hurt. There is no escaping the fact that you felt something irreparable. There’s no going back to how it used to be, and you question was it worth knowing.
For a time everything seems so much more involved, but completely sparse. All the conversations and dramas that were once important become forgettable. The only thing that you feel closer to is your music, the lyrics mean so much more and every kick of the drum or slash of the guitar is in rhythm with your beating heart. Everything that’s sung and written was done so for you, and only you in mind. The art is consumed inside of you, and the hurt turns into hating; processing and dwelling, breeding more and more.
And then, as quick as it came; the music makes your head start to throb. You are completely aware of how loud it had been, and it no longer gives you Goosebumps. You feel relief that you are coming down from a hurtful high, and the conversations and dramas once more return to the surface of your importance. And then, as quick as it came, you are no longer hurt. You are burned and healed again. Once more, you’re happy to stop caring.
For a time everything seems so much more involved, but completely sparse. All the conversations and dramas that were once important become forgettable. The only thing that you feel closer to is your music, the lyrics mean so much more and every kick of the drum or slash of the guitar is in rhythm with your beating heart. Everything that’s sung and written was done so for you, and only you in mind. The art is consumed inside of you, and the hurt turns into hating; processing and dwelling, breeding more and more.
And then, as quick as it came; the music makes your head start to throb. You are completely aware of how loud it had been, and it no longer gives you Goosebumps. You feel relief that you are coming down from a hurtful high, and the conversations and dramas once more return to the surface of your importance. And then, as quick as it came, you are no longer hurt. You are burned and healed again. Once more, you’re happy to stop caring.