Writing Out the Sad: Linkin Park

I have no posts scheduled for today but when you wake up to the news of something that pulls such a strong reaction out of you, something that makes you feel so much that it makes the words overflow, 

then of course, it's a waste to let it go. 

Maybe it's because I'm older now, more sensitive, more fragile? 

But I am so aware of how many of us this loss has hit today. 

I've been saying it all day, but it's worth saying again. LP was my soundtrack for the longest time. 

Whatever ebb and flow of life I had experienced, their music was a constant in so many of my memories.

I listened to them as I read, as I wrote, as I travelled, as I slept...

You could say it was part of that teen angst everyone goes through once in their life, but really, it's more than that. Even after the teen years, LP's music continued to be a part of me. 

It's so crazy how I was just talking about how music transcends everything in my previous post, and now here I am again, absorbed in all the feels today. Transported back to a time when I was way more impressionable than I am now. Seeking guidance wherever I could find it. Signs in the world that helped to reassure me that I wasn't alone.

LP reflected all the parts of me that didn't quite fit. Everything that was displaced back then (and even now) was soothed by one song or another. Playing on loop deep into the night as I weaved words anonymously for other people to find and love.

Their music gave voice to all the darkest parts of me that would otherwise never see the light of day. 

Because it's there, like it's always been and always will be.

A dark part of me. 

Everyone has one and if they tell you they don't, they're lying. 

Rest in peace, Chester Bennington. 

Everything falls apart
Even the people who never frown eventually break down
(The sacrifice of hiding in a lie)
Everything has to end
You'll soon find we're out of time left to watch it all unwind
(The sacrifice is never knowing)

Pushing Me Away - Linkin Park