it's the noise that makes me human

[threeplusfire]

Sometimes I hear a song and I know it belongs right here, right now. I listen to it up loud in the car. Every words I drive under my skin, glittering sharp pins in my blood and my heart and my bones. I take the song inside myself, until I can hear it in my pulse and whatever the song was trying to tell me becomes a part of what I am.

I heard these both yesterday and bought the album. It reminds me of driving home from Metro in the dark on Mopac, trying to steel my heart against things and trying to keep myself from falling apart. Last night it was misty, hot and damp. The world felt a little extra unreal.

Slowly I am learning not care if anyone is looking at me on the floor. I tell myself it totally does not matter if I am the least awesome dancer in the room. All that matters is the noise in my head and moving.