There's a feeling somewhere between sadness and profound happiness, a kind of melancholic version of contentedness. The perfectly balanced state when everything is like music, the air thick with emotion.

I associate it with cold air, snow, and acoustic guitar. Somehow I believe that going to a cold place to live, like Minnesota, Michigan, New York, would give me that feeling all the time. Chasing a town when I'm really just chasing a feeling, something that can only happen randomly. I don't think I'd find it there, but it's the only thing nowadays that I feel is important enough to pursue with the passion I've known in the past.

I would love to be surrounded by music at all times.

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