Emotions wound up like a music box, tangled like a ball of string. Like a knife penetrating your temple. Not sure how to make sense of anything. When will the calm settle in, this storm has gone on for too long. My mind feels like the last day of March: Rainy with a gentle touch of fog. It’s bittersweet. Bittersweet has been a word to describe my life in the last couple of years, with good always comes some bad – just like with some bad always comes a little good. Bittersweet. Music always helps yet, there is always that 1 song on every album you’ll skip because it’s doesn’t reach you or the beat is not reaching he fire in your soul, it’s bittersweet.. then you stop and actually listen to the lyrics and realize that song reaches you in depths you never thought of. Touches you in spots you didn’t even know was there.

Bittersweet.

Sweet smells with harsh memories. Sounds attached with moments.

Bittersweet.