50/100 Words
Sandstorms and Sky Castles
Thrifty Word Challenge 100: #20 and 50: #41 Trance
There was a point in my life, where I craved Dance and Techno Music. I especially craved Trance. It wasn’t that I let loose in the clubs. I did go to a few, but the smoky atmosphere was always a bit too much for me. I’d rather be in my room and blast the music, drown the world out, leaving me to myself and my thoughts. I would let the music take over, and I would just write. I’m not one to show emotion, but through the pulse and the beat and the rhythm, my heart would explode from its cage. And blood, sweat, and tears would cover the floor.
It’s kind of how I write today, but my playlist isn’t one type of music. It’s everything from Rock to Pop to Dance to Trance to Rap to Country, a little Country, and maybe some Blues and Jazz. I can’t write without my music. I need it to fill in the room, tell the world to go away. I’m writing right now. Please, bother me later, and only a few times will I turn the music off. But either I’m trying to get the scene or character right, or I just have a headache. Most of the time, you’ll hear something playing from my room.
And these days, when I really need to feel, there is only one person I turn to, Moby. I always liked his music, but in the beginning, it was kind of just grouped with everything else. Now, it stands on its own. It helps me sleep. It helps me think. It helps me feel, and I have a bad habit of keeping everything locked in, which I know is not good. But it’s a habit, but Moby’s music is a key to my heart. The pulse, the beat, the rhythm starts, and my heart is free to write, free to feel. And I fade away into a trance, and let my poetry, my stories take over.
