Posts tagged thoughts.

Sometimes the music sounds too loud in my ears. Or maybe it’s just that my thoughts tend to whisper and are drowned out by the notes.

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Life is full of inexpensive luxuries.

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Sleep evades me, then turns, and takes me. Again, again.

I always feel so young and inexperienced around other kids my age.

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I know so little about the world.

It just hit me now.

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Whoever started that ‘sticks and stones’ saying couldn’t have been more wrong.

Words are sharp and deadly.

Words are weapons.

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Clouds

When I was little, I would stare up at the cloud-heavy sky with my young eyes and think, ‘They look just like cotton candy!’ And they really did - all fluff and sugar and lightness, coasting along up there, far beyond my reach. ‘They could even come in different flavours,’ I justified to myself. Bubblegum at sunrise, tangerine at sunset; licorice during a storm, lemon drop on a sunny-sky day.

'That's probably all they eat in heaven, too.' I pictured the cherubim plucking the sweet sugar-spun treats from the air, and God picking which flavour and colour he wanted the clouds to be. I envisioned him thick around the middle. 'No wonder he's got a big belly.' I was so jealous.

I prayed a lot. I wanted to know what cotton candy clouds tasted like. To this day, I don’t, but one day, I will.

Concert

It is dark. The blackness almost swallows you whole. Human bodies crackle all around you, with a hum like electricity. Anticipation is thick in the smoky air, it’s almost suffocating - then those first notes puncture the immense silence, like bullets, and then come the screams. Loud, loud, loud. Human forms carrying the music make their way onstage - them and the lights sear your eyes. It is then that you, the humans, and the music, are most alive.

Each breath you take

Brings you closer to your last.

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Eyesight is freeing, but also limiting.

I believe that the most fulfilling things in life are not visible.

Like music - your eyes cannot quite capture it, experience it, in the way that your ears can. So try listening to a song with eyes closed, and ears yearning.

Like the truth of words - sometimes, their being written does not suffice. Poetry was meant to be voiced; so try lending your own to a poem, and taste the flavor of each word on your tongue.

Like a kiss - soft, and subtle, stolen, and sweet. Your eyes often fail where your heart triumphs and soars. So try for a kiss, one that is not colored by sight.

It seems that living life with your eyes closed is not such a bad thing after all.

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Isn’t it so ironic?

We brand people with words

we ourselves are so afraid to be.

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Isn’t it so difficult to fathom that your future husband is alive right now?

Who knows what he could be doing.

When I find good music,

it’s like I’m reborn. It’s that powerful.

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There’s gotta be more than this,

what we have in front of us now.

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People say you shouldn’t change yourself for someone else,

but it’s difficult for me to truly live those words.

I know that other peoples’ opinions matter to me.

Maybe they matter too much.