I debated sharing this for a long time, and stumbling on this draft again, I thought that maybe it is time. This time I came around it, I felt that maybe now is the time. Not that it will have any impact, but respect that I intended to pay her will finally come to light, and some can say it was a vain decision, but this is not about you or I. It is about this young lady and her impact on the world, even if it appeared to be a small fraction of it, and I was just writing about it.
While I still struggle to understand how someone so willing to welcome a fan with an open heart and arms could have that love reciprocated with bullets, I question still whether this is still an appropriate introduction. Whatever the reason may be, it couldn't be love because does not respond with guns.
I am not one of her biggest fans by a long shot, but she touched my heart. She was one of those artists that had me, and others question, "why do I bother pursuing what I love?" especially if it were music, but after my passable level of pride was reconstructed I admitted that she was, and is, awesome; an inspiration whose effect only exploded after the voice of this multi-talented Youtube phenom was broadcasted on T.V.
Knowing she had released a record, in an unfortunate, posthumous and indirect manner, I had to check it out, and anyone that had grown up with her on Youtube, even for part of that journey, may have felt a rush of rapture as the first song commenced, that inner smile was sublime, and that outer one intense. I knew I was in for a disappointment when it was over, because this may be the last music we ever hear from this artist taken from us too soon
Even those not a member of the outsider faction can identify with the feeling described in "Crowded Room," and it never felt so good as to hear it from this presentation. It also brings to attention that one usually cannot find themselves by immersing themselves in the lives of others, that with all of that noise, even if positive, can cause said person to lose their path; allusion in terms of fame and its effect on the spotlighted come to mind, how it can disrupt the process of self-realization.
I cannot help but think of Michael Jackson, when I hear the pre-chorus of "Everybody Lies," but it is the majority of the second verse that catches me "I don't wanna look in the mirror one day/and not even recognize my own face /why gain the world if I lose myself?" The message of love right before the song ends is a something we need to remind ourselves now an again before we lose our own sense of self in this world. You might even hear Ariana Grande, or echoes of a fellow youtuber, a little younger , Justin Biebs. "Pressure" can produce diamonds, if the person taps into that inner strength before this world renders it useless. It is an accurate description of the vice grip fame can have on those not ready or willing to embrace it, sprinkled with some outside criticisms from people to quick to judge, all presented in a fun and engaging tune; the chorus should be adhered to when living one's life, because how can someone love you when you're acting as someone else?
Relationships would be better without the sweet talkers of this world, because all the saccharine in it cannot distort the reverberations that accompany the truth, it cannot remedy the ills of this planet we're on, and while a cliché may be coming, I'll just leave status on "inferred."
I enjoyed the echo, not only because it would help more people if they had paid attention to the truth, but because it was a nice enough to hear it more than twice, but not as much as "I Only Miss You When I Breathe."
While some of these songs come with no remarks made, does not mean they were not remarkable in their own way, that and I had nothing worthwhile to say, which is the only reason why I would interject anyways. Of course, that whole statement is objective, but "don't let those invalid opinions of others, just bring you to the pits, okay? You're strong, now own it. Love, Me."
From the subtle and subconscious, to the overbearing and completely cognizant, All is Vanity.
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