In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Always Something There to Remind Me.”
A very underground genre of music was my everything back when I was in my pre-teen and middle-teenage years. It was the genre, industrial music.
Every now and then I will listen to it if my mood allows. But it brings me back to a time when things were a little simpler. When music was my god and searching for life answers within myself was exhilarating. It was also a time when I was most drawn to darkness; when I found the most beauty in dark things, and when I let myself feel the music most. It would be hard to pick out only one song out of the hundreds that gave my soul a sense of peace.
I don’t mourn those feelings now. But that nostalgia always gives me a reason to put a small grin on my face. For me it was a time of wonder. For me, it was a time when I was reminded of how diverse life was. It was the first time I was truly understanding the soul in this body.