Yes, I am one of those who waited for him to come back after a year. Waited for the date and time. And then the clock ticks and he posts his two very beautiful gifts to us Sheerios! Yay! I listened to the Castle on the Hill first and to be completely honest, I was smiling like crazy the whole time I was listening to it. Deep down I know the song’s going to sound sad and nostalgic after a few replay but right then I was just happy to hear it. I was enjoying it’s beat and calm embrace to my mood. The wait and anticipation has made me ecstatic to hear the first play of the music
Castle on the Hill reminds me of the friends I had since when I was young and naive. Those were the people who welcomed me to be part of their circle even though we had nothing better to do but be together. Those friends from my childhood and teenage years saw me despite me being quite the ‘invisible’ girl in class. And even though I’ve only kept in touch to one or two of my elementary friends, I will always remember the moments that we played and tagged along each other, because they were happy moments. And to those friends I met in highschool, we still meet from time to time to catch up, because they will always deserve a space in my life. Castle on the Hill makes you remember both good and bad parts of your early years; as long as it’s with friends, those were memorable and meaningful happenings. It tells you that it doesn’t matter how much time we’ve wasted or used for nothing, because everything and everyone took part of what made you who you are today. And after all, no matter how far the travel is, we all still can’t wait to go home and revisit the wonderful times.
When you get tired, look back on what makes You who You are today.
Some people find comfort in music. Some even treat it as companion; as they say, when no one else is there to listen, music makes it easier to stay quiet but still be so loud.
I believe people who are so in love with music feel all different kinds of emotions. Because there’s so much a song can speak; the people who knows how to listen can feel everything the lyrics says. It’s incredibly amazing how the melody expresses what the words convey. It holds so much yet it transpires hundreds of messages to thousands of other people.
Music. Simple, complicated and delicate. Like feelings and moments. It’s ironic how some say they have hard time putting into words how they feel, and then makes music out of it. I guess that’s the magic and beauty of it. Songs allow you to say the things you can never say out directly. You can story-tell as much as you want and still keep bits and pieces to yourself. Making it way more comfortable and pleasant to hear than rants or vents or sighs.
Song. It has no definite meaning. It can have so much story. It all depends on who listens to it.
Be someone’s melody and make your words be its lyrics.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”
Music holds power to the muted soul:
Mix-tapes traces feelings and hello’s
Mirror of my love are lyrics and notes
Melody reminds me of my journeys.
Music became my only expression.
Music became the voice of my spirit.
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