A couple days ago, I drove two hours from my college town to the concert of one of my favorite artists, Lorde. The catch is that I went completely on my own, by myself, solo–you get the point. I was terrified actually, but it ended up being one of my favorite experiences to date. I danced like a wild woman, screamed words that made mantras for me at age 15, and shed tears in the company of strangers. I feel selfish and maybe vain saying this, but I feel an incredible connection to her music. Her lyrics mean something, and her expression of emotions, heartbreak, and life is something I will forever be grateful for. Her music has put to words so many things that I have felt in the last year of life that I could barely even organize into thought. I hope to always feel a familiarity with what Ella puts out into the world because she does it so damn beautifully.
yellow flicker beat
writer in the dark