Music

I’m sitting here on the first evening of my 34th year on earth, listening to “FROM EDEN,” by Hozier, and all I can think is “damn music is like a sort of liquid painting that is pour directly into the brain.”

Listening to music with headphones is the way to go if you’re going to indulge in the art form. You can experience the multitudes of layering that goes into composing a beautiful song. If you can completely tune into a song, close your eyes and let the voice of the singer light up the darkness of your inner mind, it feels, to me at least, like spiraling through the myriads of galaxies in outer space; a truly out of body experience.

So here I am at the start of my 34th year, sitting in a cool room closing my eyes and listening to Hozier croon, letting the music take me. As I feel my consciousness melding into the waves of musical notes awash in mind, I’m beginning to understand why they call music a drug.