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The Escape into Music
The world outside his headphones didn’t exist.
Aidan lay on his bed, eyes closed, as the melody washed over him. The lyrics blurred into the background, the soft hum of instruments filling the spaces in his mind where thoughts usually roamed too freely. Here, within the cocoon of sound, nothing could touch him.
Music had become his refuge. It didn’t demand explanations. It didn’t ask him why he felt the way he did. It didn’t need him to pretend. It simply existed, offering him an unspoken understanding he couldn’t find anywhere else.
Some days, it was soft, melancholic tunes that matched the ache he refused to acknowledge. Other days, it was a loud, chaotic rhythm—drowning out everything he didn’t want to feel.
He never talked about it, not really. No one needed to know that music was the one thing that held him together when the world around him threatened to break him apart.
But what scared him was how much he depended on it.
Because once the song ended, once the headphones came off, reality always crept back in. And no matter how many times he pressed repeat, he knew—music could only be an escape, not a solution.
Yet, for now, it was enough. It had to be.
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Have you ever used something—music, books, work—to escape from your emotions? Did it help, or just delay the inevitable?
Chapter 6: Click here
The Escape into Music
The world outside his headphones didn’t exist.
Aidan lay on his bed, eyes closed, as the melody washed over him. The lyrics blurred into the background, the soft hum of instruments filling the spaces in his mind where thoughts usually roamed too freely. Here, within the cocoon of sound, nothing could touch him.
Music had become his refuge. It didn’t demand explanations. It didn’t ask him why he felt the way he did. It didn’t need him to pretend. It simply existed, offering him an unspoken understanding he couldn’t find anywhere else.
Some days, it was soft, melancholic tunes that matched the ache he refused to acknowledge. Other days, it was a loud, chaotic rhythm—drowning out everything he didn’t want to feel.
He never talked about it, not really. No one needed to know that music was the one thing that held him together when the world around him threatened to break him apart.
But what scared him was how much he depended on it.
Because once the song ended, once the headphones came off, reality always crept back in. And no matter how many times he pressed repeat, he knew—music could only be an escape, not a solution.
Yet, for now, it was enough. It had to be.
______________________________
Have you ever used something—music, books, work—to escape from your emotions? Did it help, or just delay the inevitable?
Chapter 6: Click here
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