I just have hours of music in my head. It churns around in there, waiting for me to accidentally start tapping my toes and open my mouth before tumbling out on top of itself.
We always seem to form attachments to music with lyrics we can relate to. We belt them on bad days and hum them on good days. But what about the songs that just... sound nice?
They don't have any particular meaning per se, but the beat sticks with you and you catch yourself murmuring the melody under your breath. Their sound is not wasted on you. An "audio aesthetic" if you will.
Just glimpses of grey puddles and plaid school skirts to accompany a lazy guitar strum. The give you a glimpse of a moment that didn't exist, unlike anything else.
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