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“monologue”
“i decided i will be a musician a long time ago.
and everyday i see this path increasingly becoming the death of me.
its all ive ever wanted, to be able to create sound that others can tie emotions too.
at such a young age i found myself drawn to music, individual instruments and
how they made me feel.
but why do i all of a sudden feel as if im spiralling into nothing? why do i feel as though i am destined to amount to nothing?
what has changed. why did this sound so perfect for me back then, when now it sounds like a highway to nothing?
who decides i wont become another artist buried beneath everyone else trying to become a someone? a something?
i dont feel as though i have the power to decide.
its up to you.”
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