It took me 23 years to realise that the secret to happiness is to never get too attached to the same songs. Some will say that the genre affects how you view the world but if i were to be honest, i’d say, the lyrics are the most powerful instrument because they are actually memories in disguise. I’d say you can visit them every once in a while, maybe even pretend them as the stations where your train stops at, you know, the ones where you never actually set your foot off off the platform, you just enjoy the process despite the hustle and bustle of morning perfumed bodies of the people you will never see again. But that’s that.

I’d say songs are rocks to the introverts. I am an introvert. I know. I know that even when the air is still and when there is no oxygen left on this spherical tank, lyrics live, flying, soaring, like Troy Bolton to Gabriella Montez – whole damn movie, now you remember it as a 4-minutes song, no I don’t want that. Memories are just excuses to sad people – I don’t need rocks, I need grounds to run, i need adventures.

I’d say this is ironic because the idea of having an adventure is beautiful, but listening to new songs can be scary, because what if you like it? What if you like what comes with it? What if you have to let it go?

I’d say this is ironic –

Mostly because, while I’m writing this, I didn’t realise that the song “Grace Kelly” is playing

on repeat

–9.57 pm, I hope the next soul will be a safe haven for all the songs I tried not to keep by adlinkhairil