Pipe Dreams

earlier i was listening to Play My Music by the Jonas Brothers. (i know, i know - people who know me are going, "another gush moment about the Jonas Brothers." but seriously, listen to the song. it's freakin' amazazing.)

i wish i made music. i mean really made music. yes, i know there are classes for that kind of thing - but i wish i was a natural musician. there are some things in this world that can never be taught - like how to write a great song and still have room in your head for more. now, some songs aren't necessarily written by the musician performing (Play My Music was actually not written by the JOBROS), this i know. but, it takes so much for all the people involved to know just what the song is supposed to feel like.

music is feeling. not simply sound, but feeling. i wish i could make people feel the way i'm feeling sometimes. sound is great an all, but i'd rather people felt what i felt more than heard what i'm saying. that is an amazing kind of power. to let someone else (if only one other person) into your head and experience the resounding power of shared emotion is...miraculous.

maybe one day i'll be able to write a song. countless times i've tried just to have to put those hopes back in the drawer for another attempt at another time. sigh. i guess it might be too much pressure on myself to try to squeeze forced miracle into my life. i'm so bad with pressure. i'm like that fumbling idiot in a scary movie who can't get their keys in the lock in time.

i suppose for now i'll just have to settle for dancing until my feet can't feel the ground - which is actually not so bad. :D