It’s never been like me to call on a higher power. The closest I ever came was in the fifth grade when I shouted up at the sky angrily, “If you are real, now would be a GREAT TIME to do something!” I wanted to believe but it all felt like a fairy tale to me. For many years I was very conflicted over this, but as I grew up the feelings faded.
Angelic notes give me goosebumps, making the top of my head tingle as the vibrations radiate through every inch of my flesh. If an artist is feeling a strong emotion while singing I become like a mirror, my mood instantly reflecting back the feelings of the vocalist.
My favorite songs have words that draw me in, painting a story. Sometimes I close my eyes, allowing myself to drift away to magical places that only exist in my daydreams. Vivid music videos playing in my head made up of clips and bits from things I’ve seen and imagined through my entire life.