Sometimes I play an old song just to feel something. Not because I’m sad it is really more like curious. About who I used to be. Is Best Song Ever by 1D too old? hahaha
The first few notes hit, and suddenly I’m back in a place I didn’t even know I remembered. A shop in the mall. an office themed party. A kitchen with bad lighting and good food. My heart? It still recognizes the rhythm.
Music has a sneaky way of holding pieces of us. Even the versions of me I forgot awkward, brave, reckless, tired, dreaming they all show up when the right song plays. And for three minutes, I’m not pacing the windowsill. I’m dancing again. Even if just in my mind.
Some songs I skip now. Too sharp. Too soft. But others? I replay. They remind me I’ve lived. That life isn’t gone it’s just changed its tempo. And maybe that’s the beauty of it.
My parties are quieter now. But I still sing. Off key. With heart. And if a neighbor hears, well that’s their moment too.
