necrosis

Bands upon bands ringing in my ears. The taste of red wine lingering on my tongue. Square-wave orchestras sound the beginning of taking my love of music in yet another direction. Old songs sounding new again at the promise of a new lease on life. And through all of this, smiling faces are all around me, egging me on and letting me know that life really is a two-way street, just like my father taught me. I'm not part of something, I am something. Something I've yearned for but somehow obtained long ago unbeknownst to myself.

This is really fucking cryptic, so I'll just say I absolutely love my life right now. Still, I can think of one thing I'd change.