A word from the wise... You can't always choose whom you love, but you can choose how to find them. 

Music

Music oppresses, music suppresses. Music brings upon the emotions we do not feel or fail to bring beyond our naked eyes. Music brings tears to my eyes. Music heals, music retires. The sadness I choose not to feel or I want to feel, I hear music. I hear music that brings the soreness in my heart. I heard words, and I don’t know why I hear the words that I hear. Beauty. Music. Intertwines. 

Una furtiva lagrima