Hope you relate

I very recently started writing again, and although the things I write about sometimes can seem complete bullshit, i was actually really proud of this very short description that i drew up while i was completely high and listening to some blues. Here goes:

The sun caressed her slightly tanned skin as she lay on the grass just watching the different shapes the clouds took. The radio beside her playing the songs that she carried in her soul. With her eyes closed she could see the music, feel it flowing through her veins like a shot of heroine that sedated her into a peaceful trance.
Time stopped, issues that clouded her mind every second of every day became irrelevant in this moment, her fears disappeared and her longing for freedom emerged. This was the only time she felt free, at peace with herself.
A swift breeze ruffled her hair slightly and tickled her skin. If she could do anything she wanted for the rest of her life it would be this; being wrapped warmly by the sound of music and float away from her monotonous, unsatisfying, unhappy life.
Here in this instance she was the electricity that flowed through the guitar, the croakiness in the singers voice, the heartbeat of the drums, the hollowness of the bass. This was happiness, and she couldn't let go of that which so closely resembled love.

The song that inspired me, for some reason, was this one: