The jumble of equations on the whiteboard makes no sense to me. In fact, there’s only one thing in the world that I understand: music. With music, I find no fault or mistakes, only beauty. People find it crazy the reaction I have to certain lyrics or chord progressions. But they don’t think like me. Music has no obligated time or space, it just is. Some may think that all it is is a black dot on a piece of paper. I feel bad for those that do.

Many in my life have thought of me as suicidal because of my lack of enthusiasm for this world. I don’t belong in this world, I have to remind them. By saying this, I’m not implying that I’m greater than anyone. I’m saying that inside of the body I was provided with, I feel trapped. Music transcends time and space, and that’s what I long to do. But inside of my aging body, I can’t do that. I could care less what happens after death, as long as my soul is free. I was made for the thrills.