The most beautiful and overwhelming feeling in the world;
So much emotion over a period of so little time.
Ah, and time, that beautiful, terrible thing.
And friends, those wonderful, wonderful, smiling eyes and hearts.
And songs, and families, curly hair.
I used to look just like her.
I don't like cheese, I don't like pity, because I had such a stunningly impassioned weekend, both with good and bad, epiphanic and inspirational and crashing.
To a choir that used to be tone deaf; let us forge through our new-found pitch together, with ease and without hesitation. Also, let me thank you for having one of the most beautiful experiences I will ever have with music, with life, and with people that matter. I can't describe the feeling of 60-some voices rushing over me from widened smiles, and if you were judging me for doing such a terrible job, for hiding it. Maybe it wasn't that big a deal for you, but for the ten minutes I was conducting that 1 overwhelmingly intense song, I felt like I was amidst some sort of heavenly, heavenly storm. Of perfectly joyous and heart-breaking sound.
I used to look just like her.
My friends are beautiful.
I miss something that I don't recognize.
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