How do I say

Why do you love this?

What makes you keep doing it?

 

I am always asked these questions.

How do I tell them

How do I say

That sometimes it's the only thing that matters to me?

The only thing I can cling to,

Cling to my own happiness?

How do I say I can't fall asleep without it,

I can't live without it,

Because how could I ever,

When it's such a huge part of me?

It just is.

I am music.

Music is me.

It's my way of being -

Existing -

Being myself.

How do I say just looking at it,

Not as another project or something to do

But as a story,

Something to tell,

Something to show,

Brings me joy?

How do I say I perform

Whenever I can

As scared as I am

Because I need to be a soloist one day

And I want to be

Or

Even just be part of something bigger than me?

How do I say it's all I am?

 

Why do you love this?

What makes you keep doing this?

 

How do I say I do it

Because to me there's nothing else in the

World

I would rather do?

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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  • Festival

    Long day

    past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

    fluorescent lights beating down 

    then flickering off

    a fanfare

    a reflection

    a redemption

  • Instincts

    Some things are just instinct

    like when I just ran to you

    as soon as I saw you

    and hugged you for -

    oh yeah -

    the first time

    very very platonic of course

    you're my big brother.

  • Flying solo

    Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

    it's like a platonic ballad

    it's like you are playing

    through first loves

    and forbidden loves

    and grass in the summer

    and crunchy chips