Querencia Final

          Huddled up in a desk, I'm feeling overwhelmed. My fingers are tapping on the caramel colored desk that was assigned to me, one by one, creating a rhythm in an attempt to soothe my mind. A thousand thoughts come thrusting to my brain, bringing me down in the form of a military invasion. I try to think of a place where I can let go of all these worries, and escape from this military force. But where can I go?
         Finally, the bell rings, giving me the slightest bit of relief. I quickly grab my things and leave the classroom. As I'm walking down to the front of the school, I once again try to create a rhythm in an attempt of relaxation.  I listen to my steps as I'm walking. Left, right, left, right. Boom, boom, boom, boom. My hand starts to pat my thigh between the steps, creating a four-beat rhythm. As I continue to make my way down to the front, the beat evolves to a more complex beat to which both my hands and feet are tapping. I look out to the parking lot to see my mom in her charcoal colored Infiniti, waiting for me to see her and get in the car. I walk over to the car, get in, and after warmly greeting my mom with the usual "Hi Mami", I immediately turn on the radio. I can finally feel myself loosening up. My deep fried brain starting to relax. 
         We get home, and I go up to my room. I open up the laptop to turn on Pandora. Laying down, I doze off in my thoughts and forget about the rest of the world. Maybe it's the passionate words perfectly placed together to form lyrics that coincidentally match my situation, or the instruments that work as a team to produce a mood-capturing rhythm, whatever it is, music always get me. It can always take me away.       

         Although music isn't a real tangible place, it's where I go to when I am going through hard times and need an escape. Music is something that is always there, and never changes unless I want it to. It's always there for me when people are not, and always relates to me.