I love music and it was used to hurt me. Music is my friend, I've always looked to it for motivation, ways to open my heart to new ideas and heal the pain.
Music is my lover, my mother that draws me into the eternal planes of her bosom. I've never broken up with someone with music but it happened to me. While I am hurt by it, Music can never be ripped from my soul. I'll say it Music, you betrayed me, I share you with so many and you walk away from me.
You say, Joshua, are you okay? I'll never leave music, my soul is clothed and tied to my heart that beats like a steel drum on Kingston's streets. It's fuel, she's a fire that allows me to be creative. Just as I paint my soul onto a canvas, I pour my heart out in words... words that can inspire love or evoke hate. I've never wanted to make anyone hate anyone or me for that matter.
Love is what I have to give to the world, it comes out through all the pain or self inflicted torture. I won't walk away from music or love. The world hasn't begun to know my heart. I'm resilient and I'll be strong long after my mistress Music has been used against me. I'll paint amazing things and write amazing poetry fueled from all experiences not just love and pain.
So begins a new chapter, look out world.