• The notes-they burn and heal at the same time. Do I want it to stop? I dont think so....it makes me wanna dance,sing, and cry. How is it that the small things carry us through that darkness that it seems no one understand. The one who understands are the ones who seem to not be there. But where do these notes take us? To our happy place? (the place people think crazy people go...) Or to the place that helps the scars that will never go away. Wherever they take us, take me there...before its too late....