Third Skin

Music is something that will accept anyone and everyone, because it has flexible limits. He plays at his own pace, because he’s royalty, and royalty never follows. There’s something more magical about music that beats the way a person can hide within himself; so deeply hidden that layers upon layers must be peeled back before anyone can truly know  another enough to call him a friend.

Both are the same, though, in the sense that they make people forget who they really are for a while. Music makes everyone the same: makes everyone (including the player) a listener, and he finds comfort in that, because being different is lonelier than it should be.

He knows all about being different, so he learns to be the same, even if it means hiding under a layer of skin.


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