Music Controls Me

It makes me want to write and write until my fingers have cramped and I have calluses on the tips from presssing the keyboard too hard and fast because I have so much to say yet nothing at all but that's okay because I have no control the music doesn't let me wait it takes thoughts and feelings I didn't even know I had and it tumbles it down onto a blank white space , it spills everywhere colliding with mixed emotions and unwanted thoughts and known sadnesses and dreams and hopes and fears and suddenly every single tiny little piece of me is on a white now- filled space and there's no going back, there it is, every single tiny little thought and feeling I've had, all of me, all because of music.