Maybe my taste in music is so profound because it’s woven from the threads of everyone I’ve loved, each person stitching their piece into the fabric of who I am. I leave a fragment of myself in every heart I’ve touched, and in return, they leave a piece of theirs in mine. The lyrics echo with emotions so raw, they swallow you whole, transporting you to a moment you know you’ll never experience again. And yet, nostalgia—the ache of it—lingers like a haunting melody, reminding you of what once was, and what will never be again. Music is what we life for or atleast it’s what I live for, (given the insane amount of auditory volumes warnings that I get it from my phone and dad🙈)