Far From Sober

Music has always, always been the most massive part of me. The biggest portion of myself besides my skin.

Music, in middle school, provided me with an insight towards, what I didn’t know at the time, was going to be my deepest passion.

Music, in high school, protected me from the monster that was my father. The after school practices that spared me for an additional six hours per week. It connected me with others who juggled an abusive home life and,what was painted to be, a “normal” school life.

Attached to music, were the wheels to travel with,

The friends to share a vibration with,

A home as far away from home as I could have dreamt.

In my adult life, music is a road I take when I am battling with myself, internally.

It peels off the face I put on for the public, and leaves me bare, and vulnerable.

But, I have company these days when I create.

Alcohol.

Making music is a process:

1. Find a notebook with enough space to make as many mistakes as I can without stopping.

2. Find a pen unwilling to quit no matter the pressure I applied or the longevity of my session.

3. Scroll through “INSTRA” playlist on YouTube for a sound that best suits my current state.

4. Have two glasses of wine.

It wasn’t something that I used as a crutch until I became of age.

But, it certainty has made its place within my music making.

I drink to uncover what I hide,

So I can relive the pain and put it on paper to share with you,

So that I can hurt with reason, and without explanation.

I know it isn’t the healthiest vice,

But, everyone’s favorite songs of mine are of me, when I am

Far From Sober.